~ 32. Guilt and Love ~

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I didn't mind if I had to stay under covers for the whole day, to at least have a hideaway from the awkward image before his family. I couldn't think of the worst question his mother would give me for the wobbling situation in front of her. Also the reflection in the steamed mirror inside the bathroom said the same that I shouldn't get out. Without realizing how sting the bite marks on my thighs and bones, recklessly showered myself with warm droplets of water. It was somehow torturing me stroking the numb area on my skin from above now and very often. At this time, my legs wasn't helping either. It was like back at my geography exam back seventh grade in state school. No matter how hard I tried to rewind the chemical resources of lower aspects in my own country, only empty set took place in my head. And now no matter how hard I attempted to stand straight, it itches and gripped my muscles everywhere even if I tensed to move a step

* How can I get out? Dang it *
Waving across the draught of water from shower, I splashed the whole bathroom with water soaking the room wet and nasty. The inner voices were drumming in my head and my ears were simulated with a loud swish. My head ached oppressing the pulses of the veins at my temples. The sensation was too much far beyond the limit I could handle. And there's the bad new welcoming me from the nasty wake up

* MY FREAKING WORKKKKKKKK. MR. STEPHEN IS GOING TO KICK MY ASS HAPPILY *
Quickly switching off the shower with my soaped hand, then finished the greasy shower wrapping the bathrobe over my refreshed skin, slowly avoiding from touch of the purple batches on the waist from further pain. The first thing that entered my sight as soon as I twisted the bathroom door opened, was Chanyeol standing tall and shielding me from above with unreadable code on his face

And secondly the most but not most embarrassing fact, I was only in the bathrobe. I couldn't imagine how my entirety would look like from his view without any underwear under the very thin wet lawyer of fabric which called bathrobe. Clearly, someone between the four grey walls of this bedroom was radiating happy virus and obviously that wasn't me, so I was smart and that him grinning down at me checking me out from head to toe like his dessert after dinner. I never made that mistake in front of him since day 1 of the room sharing thing and this recklessness just slapped me hard on my face

Y/n: Stop staring you jerk
I walked pass him reprimanding some curses and grabbed out some baggy jeans and yellow long sleeved cotton shirt along with my blue two piece underwear. This time I was much more conscious than before, and that consciousness reminded me that he's still in the room gazing at me with all eyes and ears, slightly drawing a thin smirk on those dry lips of his. Thinking about those lips, my mind started to drift to those passionate kisses we had a couple of hours ago on that bed. My eyes roamed over the wholesome of the situation on that messy sheets under the grey duvet

The body to body lingering on the bed, grinding each other for just a small friction seeking for each pleasure through the door of lips, sucking each other's soul out from their body and bonding them into one at every kiss they exchanged, hands on the other opponent's skin smoothing with tender touches and squeezes, roaming every portion where they hadn't explore yet, the rapid heave of their heart rhyming at each enter of the male, letting the female gasp in awe and bliss of the making love, getting a closer view of the male on the top who was staring the woman under him with much cares and love pouring sugar and honey from his intended gaze, his skin was tanned and mild at her touch convulsing terribly from the wave of peak threatening him at every past thrusts deeper into her soul. The view was dazzling and full of grim, filled with the things I never thought I would crave. Suddenly, the male jerked his head back to my direction with a half smirk curved lacing audaciously on his swollen lips. His lips parted for a word straight for me slowly........... and .............. slowly

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