When I Met You | OffNew

Chapter 27

New's POV

While I was humming to Non earlier, I'm talking to my best friend in my mind, asking her, though she can no longer hear me.

Asking her to help me, guide me, tell me everything will be alright, make me tougher.

I don't know what to feel, really, like I was numb, tired of crying... But every time I remember their picture it feels like I was taking something from her, like I was cheating, that I end up crying because of guilt.

Guilt that I cannot let go of Off. That I was willing to do anything for him to love me more than he loved Mild.

Guilt that I don't want anyone, especially the two men I love so much, to know what I found out.

Mild and Off, they have loved each other, I can see that, and even have a child as proof. Though I'm not sure, he was the only boyfriend of Mild I met that year. So putting those facts, should be enough to clear all the what ifs.

Does Off still love her? Did he know that Mild was dead? And left him a child who he now treats as his own?

Or does he know that Nanon was his from the start? And the only reason why he wants me to marry him is because of Nanon?

I've got a lot of questions, but nobody can answer me except the guy downstairs. But I'm afraid. Afraid of what will be his response... Afraid to know that he only loves me because of Nanon...

And what if he still loves her, am I okay to compete with a memory? with my best friend?

Earlier, he was talking about Non but I got scared and that resulted in me holding the pressure cooker without a mitten.

He again mentioned about the child, so maybe he didn't know about Non, right?

Yes, maybe... but should I? Am I ready? Will he love me more if I give him a child? Should I use the child to make him mine?

What a pathetic and cowardly move. Another soul in return for love. What am I even thinking? That should be out of the equation.

When I heard Off turning the doorknob I quickly wiped my eyes, making sure no traces of tears were seen.

He already asked me earlier if I'm fine as my thoughts were everywhere, so I need to put up a front, because I won't and can't explain why I'm not.

He keeps on teasing me about sex which I am very much willing to. As long as he will love me more. And because I want to show him how much I love him.

So yes, here I am, proving how much he means to me. Making me focus on what's happening now.

I twirl my tongue on his head, while pumping him. Tasting the pre-come that is already leaking from Off. I look at him and see how he focuses on me, lust visible in his eyes.

I continue to bob my head faster and play his testis when I feel his hands are gripping my hair tightly. I hold his back and push him deeper inside my mouth, making me gag, but still continue to push him some more.

When I catch my breath, I put his hand on both sides of my face.

"Babe, fuck my mouth"

"Aaaahhh shit New."

He holds my head firmly and starts to move roughly in a faster manner, while I hold onto his legs supporting myself. I want him to stop as I can feel myself gagging but I also want to satisfy him first. Him before me... I can wait...

When he starts to slow the rhythm, I push him at the back of my throat and swallow.

"Nnghh...Fuck babe"