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Chapter 21 - Lust vs Love

Alan entered his house with Fiza's hand held tightly in his. His father's keen eyes caught the intimate gesture, prompting a silent exchange of glances between him and Alan's mother. They decided it was best to withhold any immediate comments or questions.

Alan's mother, observing the emotional turmoil etched on her son's face, felt a surge of concern. Sensing something amiss, she approached him. "Alan, is everything okay, mone?"

"Yeah!" Alan responded, his voice high. He cleared his throat and continued, "Fiza and I are going to study for a bit. She might be staying over tonight."

Fiza, rubbed his back to comfort him, but remembering the presence of Alan's parents, promptly withdrew her hand.

In a brief moment of eye contact with Alan's mother, Fiza gestured her confusion, conveying that she too, was uncertain about what was bothering him.

Alan led Fiza into his room, and closed the door; something he had never done before. Fiza's nerves began to tingle. Alan then turned around, pressing her gently against the closed door, caging her within his arms.

Fiza gasped as their lips hovered mere inches apart, sending jolts of electricity through her.

"Let me go, Alan," Fiza whispered, her voice trembling with conflicting emotions. She knew she couldn't trust herself not to succumb to the intensity of his touch. Her breath was shaky, and her body trembled as it fought between longing and self-restraint.

Alan cupped her face tenderly, pressing himself closer to her, his lips gently brushing against hers. A breathy moan escaped her lips, her resistance faltering.

"I can't," she managed to whisper, turning her face away, her resolve barely holding up against overwhelming allure of his touch.

"Why not?" Alan questioned, his lips now brushing against her ear. She felt her entire being throb for him. Everything else faded into a blur, the rules they had set for themselves losing their clarity.

"I'll do whatever it takes to be worthy of you, Fiza," he breathed, his voice filled with an intoxicating mixture of determination and desire. He slid his hands down her neck, along the length of her arms, settling on her waist. He pressed himself against her harder, the space between them vanishing.

She could feel his manhood poking her abdomen and her core throbbed for him. Fiza's hands found their way up his sides, his back, and his neck, gently tangling in his hair. "I want you closer," she confessed, her voice a soft plea.

"Any closer and I'd be inside you," he whispered, his lips grazing hers but not quite kissing her.

Suddenly, a knock at the door shattered the charged atmosphere, jolting them apart. Fiza instinctively hid her face in her hands, overwhelmed and flustered by her desire for him. For his touch and affection.

"Leave the door open," Alan's mother said poking her head in.

Her hands still covering her face, Fiza sank onto Alan's bed, her breathing rapid as she tried to process the intensity of the moment that had just unfolded. She felt a sense of relief that Alan's mother had interrupted them, preventing her from succumbing to his advances.

Secretly, she knew that she would have allowed him to kiss her, to explore a realm of desire she had suppressed. If she were being completely honest, she wanted it too.

Alan sat down beside her, instinctively reaching out to put his arm around her.

"Don't touch me," she begged, her voice breathless.

He withdrew his arm, visibly taken aback. "Why?" he questioned completely confused.

"Because we're just friends," Fiza replied, her words ringing hollow even to her own ears. Who was she kidding?