You Belong with Me

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Freen found herself lost in the enchanting atmosphere of the lantern festival, surrounded by lights and the lively energy of the crowd. However, the intensity of the connection between her and Becky was undeniable.

Becky, noticing Freen's nose still bleeding, expressed concern. "Your nose still bleeding?" she asked, worry etched across her face.

Freen, reassured by Becky's concern, replied, "It's fine. I'm already fine." Despite her words, Freen couldn't shake off the nervous energy that seemed to surround her whenever she was close to Becky.

As they continued to wander through the festival, Freen wrestled with her inner thoughts. "Why am I so nervous around her? It's not the first time we've had moments together," she pondered.

To Freen's surprise, Becky intervened by intertwining their hands. "Wow, I never thought your hand seemed bigger than mine," remarked Becky, examining their hands together. "It's true; your hand is bigger than mine," she added, seemingly unaware of the impact this gesture had on Freen.

Amidst the festivities, the two stopped at a street food store. True to Becky's usual style, she ordered a variety of dishes, and Freen found herself unwittingly covering most of the expenses. The night unfolded with laughter, shared moments, and a growing connection that neither Freen nor Becky could deny.

Freen POV

Unable to resist admiring Becky's foodie habits, I playfully wiped food off her cheeks that night. As we sat together, Becky brought up the night when I was drunk and questioned if I remembered anything.

Struggling to recall, I admitted my memory lapse but sensed there might be something important. "Do you mind telling me what happened?" I asked, concerned that I might have troubled her. Becky sighed, seemingly frustrated, and dismissed it as an accident.

As she excused herself to the restroom, leaving me wondering, I couldn't shake the feeling that my forgotten actions might have affected her.

Becky POV

Feeling frustrated with Freen's apparent forgetfulness about the passionate night, I washed my hands, trying to regain composure. The vivid memories of Freen's boldness, the kisses, and the intimate moments lingered, making my heart race.

Touching my lips, I recalled Freen's thumb tracing the same path, unable to deny the allure of that side of her. Determined to keep my composure, I prepared to face Freen, though the night's memories still danced in my mind, making it hard to forget.

Freen POV

Frustration gripped me as I struggled to recall that passionate night with Becky. The memories eluded me, creating a growing sense of unease. While waiting for Becky, the sudden darkness enveloped the restaurant, triggering my intense fear of the dark. Anxiety surged, and I scanned the dim surroundings for Becky.

Amid the darkness, a shadow resembling my father emerged, staring at me with a horrific expression, urging me to follow. My hands trembled, my breathing became laboured, and panic set in. The traumatic memories of my childhood played out, intensifying the anxiety.

As the panic attack unfolded, the restaurant patrons observed me with puzzled expressions. I weakly pleaded, "Please let me go." The fear and desperation echoed in my voice, escalating the situation.

Suddenly, a comforting presence appeared-Becky. She approached, embracing me tightly, attempting to soothe my spiraling anxiety. The warmth of her hug and calming words gradually pulled me back from the haunting memories, providing a lifeline in the darkness.

Becky POV

Surprise and worry surged through me as the restaurant plunged into darkness, triggered by a sudden blackout. Instantly, my thoughts turned to Freen, knowing her phobia of the dark could be triggered in this situation. The owner of the restaurant attempted to reassure the customers, promising a swift resolution to the issue. Panic set in as I desperately searched for Freen, activating the flashlight on my phone to guide my way through the dim space.

When I finally located Freen, my heart sank at the sight of her experiencing an anxiety episode, reminiscent of the night we shared together. This time, however, I was prepared and understood her condition. I approached her with concern, asking, "Freen, are you okay?" The visible signs of sobbing eyes and erratic breathing confirmed her distress.

I wrapped my arms around Freen, attempting to comfort her. "Breathe in, breathe out," I whispered softly, doing my best to calm her racing thoughts. Freen's gaze remained anxious, and she pointed to a dark spot where, in her perception, her father lurked. I peered into the darkness but found nothing, focusing instead on helping Freen.

Concerned for her well-being, I called Noey, explaining the situation and requesting her assistance. Noey and Irin swiftly arrived, and Noey inquired about the circumstances. I informed her of Freen's panic attacks during the blackout and my decision to take her to the hotel. Grateful for my support, Noey nodded, and I carried Freen to the awaiting cab.

During the ride, Freen's anxiety had somewhat subsided, but she still clung to me, burying her face in my neck. I offered reassurances and comfort, all the while contemplating the impact of her past trauma. As Freen mumbled words of release, I couldn't help but feel determined to understand her history better and provide the support she needed to overcome her demons.

Becky, deciding to stay with Freen to offer comfort, sits by her on the bed. Freen's eyes, swollen from crying, meet hers, prompting Becky's concern. "What can I do to make her happy again?" Becky wonders, drawing closer to Freen. She gently pats Freen's back, taking care of her.

"I don't think I can sleep... I don't want to experience another nightmare again," Freen confesses weakly. Becky sympathizes, doing her best to soothe Freen and coax her into sleep. "You have to rest, Freen," Becky insists, but Freen worries about being left alone. "I will not leave you, I will stay with you until you feel safe," Becky reassures.

Freen, appreciative of Becky's love, gazes intensely at her lips. Sensing the signal, Becky closes the gap, initiating a passionate kiss.  The connection deepens as they continue to explore each other intimately.

Becky's cheeks turned red and she smiled shyly. Freen leaned in and their lips met, a soft and gentle kiss that quickly became more passionate. Their bodies pressed against each other as they explored each other's mouths. Freen's hands roamed over Becky's body, feeling the curves and curves of her hips and breasts. Becky moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Freen's hair.

They broke apart, panting and breathless, but Freen wasn't ready to stop. She pressed her lips to Becky's neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin. Becky gasped and tilted her head back, giving Freen more access. Freen felt emboldened and slid a hand under Becky's shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach. She could feel Becky's heart racing and knew that she was having the same effect on her. They continued to kiss and touch each other, lost in the moment.

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I purposely not write too detailed to make it look logical as they just began to have feelings for each other. Remember pay attention to connection, not the other scene...   and please leave your thoughts on this chapter.. I want to know if Im doing good or not