close to my dialling heart

23🌹wet dreams and duties

🎶you know what you do to me. I tried to stay steady, but you try to make me misbehave🎶
                         ~Kiana Ledé~

DOVE 🕊

"Please remove your belongings from my bed; I want to sleep." This time, it was Shelby who spoke up. They seemed to take turns provoking me.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were going to sleep with Xavier," she said, her tone deceptively kind, as if attempting to soothe my frustration while actually exacerbating it. I must admit, I was secretly hoping Xavier would return and insist I sleep with him again. I always slept better with him by my side.

"This is my dorm, and my bed is here, so..." I snorted, recognizing that responding would be a waste of time. "I'm sleeping here today," I declared.

Celine snickered, "Or maybe he's just grown tired of her. After all, he never lasts with a girl for more than a week." They were infuriating. They were absolutely infuriating. "Would she be any special?" She added. Dear heavens, give me patience.

I lasted with him for three weeks, so yes, I was special. Or at least, I liked to believe I was.

Shelby retrieved her belongings from my bed, and I promptly collapsed onto it, exhausted. I was tired, frustrated, and most of all, I missed Xavier. To make matters worse, I couldn't even text him since I no longer had a phone. I tossed and turned, struggling to find a comfortable position.

After a few days, I grew somewhat accustomed to the noise, and learned to tune it out. My coping mechanism was to indulge in fantasies, and we all know who starred in them. Ah, my life was becoming increasingly pathetic.

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"You know you can't hide it when it's written all over your face," Xavier said, his eyes piercing as he closed in on me with each step I took back. "H... hi..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Hide what?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite my racing heart. "What you feel for me," he replied, his gaze burning with intensity. I took another step back, but my retreat was halted when I landed on his bed. I was disoriented - how did we end up in his room?

Xavier had just finished showering, and his wet hair framed his face like a dark curtain. He was only wearing a towel, and his chiseled physique was impossible to ignore. My nervousness and anxiety wrestled with my desire to be touched, to be close to him. I wanted him - his touch, his lips, his body. I wanted him anyhow.

Xavier's arms encircled me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intense gaze. His jaw was set, and his eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my words caught in my throat. "Xavier, I..." But before I could finish, his lips met mine in a gentle yet electrifying kiss. The spark between us was undeniable, and I felt myself melting into his embrace. I could feel my wetness slipping down my thighs just from that kiss.

He pulled back, a sly smile playing on his lips. "See what I mean?" he whispered, his eyes drifting to my face. My heart raced, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. Despite my attempts to retreat, I found myself drawn back into his embrace, my body surrendering to his gentle persuasion. I wanted to escape but he caught me, or I just liked being caught and pinned down.

"You want me, Dove. Stop torturing yourself by denying it." He ran his hand against my inner thighs. His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine, and my heart raced with anticipation. He buried his head in my neck, his warm breath sending waves of excitement through me. His hand traced a path along my waist, his fingers brushing against my skin in a tantalizing caress.