I would've really cried if he didn't reply to that last teasing text I sent. Thankfully, he did reply. I can't help the grin stuck on my face; from the moment I saw his first message up to the last one. I was giddy as I sit on my bed. I was glad that he replies almost instantly. Noticing the time, he must be ready for bed as well.
These past few months, I couldn't bring myself to message him. I was afraid he wouldn't reply. I held myself back. I wanted to hold onto a hope and I don't want that hope to be dashed. That's why I didn't message him. I sighed, relieved. I couldn't wait to meet him again.
The next few days went by in a flash. Should I meet him on my birthday? I pursed my lips. I had to visit my parents and celebrate with them. It's one of the few occasions I go back to the house. Would he want to meet during the weekend?
"Will you be available on Saturday night?" I hit reply on our previous thread and sent it.
"Sure. I'll reserve the place. Will send you the details." It's nice of him to worry about the details, but... I suddenly felt like a real booty call. I go where he tells me to go. I shake myself off. I decided the date and time, that should count for a mutual meeting. What should I wear? I stopped short while browsing my wardrobe. He wouldn't take me to dinner, that's for sure. Given his insistence on privacy, we would definitely not be seen outside. I narrowed my eyes on a dress. Well, I'm wearing it for myself and for him, not for anyone else. I grinned.
Saturday came and I met him on a hotel's lobby. Different than last time. I was surprised to learn he reserved a suite this time. There's a balcony with the city view.
I felt him behind me as I stood by the balcony's door. He wrapped me on his arms and nuzzled my neck. His breath tickles me.
"Have I told you howbeautiful you look tonight?" He whispered seductively in my ear. I almostmoaned at the feel of his lips against my skin. I whimpered as he trailedkisses on my nape. He did tell me I was beautiful; this is the fourth time. Onewhen we met at the lobby, another as we walked towards the elevator, anotherwhen the elevator took us to our floor and right this moment. I missed him likethis. He could burn me up with just a few sentences. He definitely burns mewith his touch and lips. I turned around to face him, taking in his visual. Helooked good. Good enough to eat. I grinned in my mind. I tiptoed to reach hislips. I missed his hair, too. The way I could grip them tightly as the pleasurehits. I wasn't conscious enough to know whose moan is which. I was alreadydelirious with need.
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Our Lovely Nights (Original, English Version)
RomanceMike is holding on to a sliver of hope. It was a long shot. It will take a long time. And in between, he finds himself forgetting his rules to keep other people safe. Would he risk his heart again? Would he risk someone again? His failures in the pa...
