He frequently comes by the front of my house to pet my cat for a continuous 20 minutes. I didn't like it at first, but I never spoke to him. I guess fate had other plans for us. Who would have imagined that he would be the reason for my decision to...
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APO
I felt transported to heaven the moment Mile's lips touched mine. His lips, his palm massaging my nape as he pushed me further, deepening our kiss that was taking longer than I had anticipated...
I had no idea he'd actually kiss me back. This is incredibly surprising. I'm glad he didn't notice my eyes widening because I was taken aback for a split second.
While both of our eyes were closed, our lips moved in unison, feeling each other's warmth. The longer we kiss, the harder it becomes. I was almost getting a hard on tightening inside my pants. The sounds we made from the back of our throats were loud enough to wake the cat. I was having fun... Beyond enjoying, to be precise, until P'mile pulled away, panting and catching his breath. I also ran out of air there...
But I couldn't stop there. So I tried again to catch his lips, but he tipped his head back, avoiding my lips. I grumbled in frustration. "P'mile? Is there anything wrong?" I asked, concerned.
He didn't answer me, but he tore his hands off of me, slightly pushing me by my shoulders. He seemed so lost and confused while touching his lips with his two fingers. Then fear started to creep up my spine.
Did he just got carried away? He didn't want what happend, didn't he? I shouldn't have done that. Kissing him was a terrible idea, knowing that he hates me only made it worse. I fucked up! shit!
Then what will happen next? Will he avoid me? Push me away and be harsh on me? I think I wouldn't be able to handle that kind of treatment from P'mile...
I like him... I've known it since the first time I saw him. I tried to ignore the feeling, but every time I see him, he's just so fucking good. I can't even explain how he got me on the hook. I just know he has this charisma that was solely visible in my eyes.
"What did we just do, apo?" He spoke slowly, staring at me with unreadable eyes. I couldn't tell what he was feeling. He could be upset for all I know.
As P'mile backs away, crawling backwards and distancing himself. It was breaking my heart. I kneeled in front of him, gripping his shoulders.
"We kissed P'mile and it's totally fine! Don't sweat it, okay? I-It's my fault because I kissed you first." I spoke quickly, afraid that he might hate himself and think he's disgusting for responding. I didn't want him to feel that way. He could be straight. Why hadn't I thought of that?
P'mile stared at the floor for a couple of minutes before shifting his gaze to me. "I kissed back..." He whispered, his face had turned fearful... What's there to be scared about? I am not letting anyone hurt this man... Not on my watch.
