Haunted Secrets

Haunted 4

Leo POV

I stepped out of the room, my heart heavy with confusion. I made my way to the kitchen, searching for something cold to drink, hoping to drown the swirl of thoughts in my mind. After grabbing a bottle from the fridge, I headed out to the backyard, desperate for some air.

As I took a swig, the taste of the alcohol stung my throat, a welcome distraction from the chaos brewing in my heart. "Does she not trust me?" I whispered to the empty night, the silence of the backyard amplifying my frustration.

This wasn’t the first time it had happened. Just when the moment was ripe, just when I thought we were finally ready to take that step, she would pull away. Was she afraid of the consequences? Did she think I wouldn't take responsibility if something went wrong? It felt like a constant dance of desire interrupted by fear—her fear. But what about my feelings? Did she even love me, or was I just a placeholder until someone else came along?

Two years had passed since we first started dating, and yet, not once had she fully given herself to me. Was there someone else? The thought gnawed at me, making my stomach churn. “Belle, why are you doing this to me?” I mumbled, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill.

Monica POV

I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to find peace in sleep. I decided to leave the house, craving the fresh air. I stepped out into the night, the chill wrapping around me like a blanket. But why was I still awake? What was keeping me from sleeping?

As I wandered into the yard, I suddenly heard a voice. I followed it, curious, and found Leo sitting alone in the grass, surrounded by scattered bottles of alcohol. His face was flushed, eyes glazed—he was clearly drunk.

I sat down beside him, pouring myself some of the liquor. "Why are you crying?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Because of Belle," he replied, his voice heavy with sorrow. The situation felt all too familiar. "Why do girls have to be so complicated?"

"What do you mean?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Just when we're about to... you know, she pushes me away. Is that how it always goes?" he asked, his frustration palpable.

"You mean you were about to have sex, and then she stopped you? Is that it?" I chuckled, almost feeling sorry for him.

"Yeah, something like that," he sighed. "I get the feeling she might not want me to be her first."

I paused, contemplating my next words. "What if she’s holding back because she’s saving herself for someone else? You know, there’s a possibility she could have feelings for someone else." I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "But I’m here, Leo. If you want, you can have me tonight."

His face twisted in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"I know Belle left you hanging earlier," I said, running my fingers along his jawline, teasingly.

"But I’m here now, ready to continue what she started." I leaned in, brushing my lips against his.

"Please don’t," he said, pulling away from me. Frustration bubbled inside. "Why not?"

I shrugged, letting my clothes slip off until I was only in my bra. "Just imagine I’m Belle. Picture it—you and Belle making love using my body."

I grasped his hand and guided it from my chest down to my core. My heart raced as I leaned in, kissing him again, this time more passionately, hoping to ignite a spark within him. But he didn’t react at first.

As I pressed my lips against his, he finally responded, his hands finding their way to my back, pushing me down onto the grass.

"I'm so sorry for doing this," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "You pushed me."

Belle POV

I stepped out of my room and knocked softly on Mia and Monica's door. Mia opened it almost instantly, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.

I mustered a weary smile. "Can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Of course, let’s cuddle. Did you and Leo fight?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern.

I nodded, unable to hold back the tears that pooled in my eyes.

"Why? What happened?" She pressed, and my resolve crumbled further. "I won’t ask again. Just rest, okay? I’ll grab you some milk from the kitchen," she offered, her voice softening.

She was always like this, so considerate and caring. It warmed my heart to know she genuinely loved me, always looking out for my well-being.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice cracking as I smiled through my tears.

With a reassuring nod, she stepped out, leaving me alone with my thoughts, the weight of my troubles pressing down on me. I wished for the comfort of her presence, knowing she would always support me, but my heart was heavy with doubt.

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