Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~22~

Sexually frustrated doesn't even begin to explain how I feel. How I went from being twins with the Sahara desert to being sisters with Niagara Falls in the span of a week is mind-blowing.

My mind was constantly crowded with the thought of Zachary kissing me, his soft lips devouring mine, and his teeth pulling my lip into his mouth.

Then Callan, his teasing under the table when we first met, the hickey on my shoulder when he found me at the club, the way he kissed me so softly yet so roughly, and his lips kissing against my throat.

It all kept me up. I haven't gotten a wink of sleep yet. It got to the point where my hand developed a mind of its own, crawling down and into my shorts to give myself some kind of comfort between my aching thighs.

To no avail, I gave up. I felt like crying out at the lack of satisfaction. Getting out of bed, I go to the bathroom to wash my hands. Staring at myself in the mirror for a moment, I roll my eyes and walk into the living room. Ethan was fast asleep on the floor next to Milo, the two were having a movie night with me but I turned in for the night to sleep.

But then those damned men filled my thoughts.

I walk over to them and turn the TV off before draping a blanket over the two. They were adorable together, Ethan complimented Milo in so many ways. It was probably one of Milo's most healthiest relationships.

I envied them in a way. Then I felt selfish.

I walked to the kitchen, quietly getting a glass of water and going back to my room. I felt selfish because of Callan and Zachary. I kissed both of them. Is that cheating?

We weren't anything exclusive. Were we? It was just a kiss in the heat of the moment. It happens to everyone, does it not?

Now here's what I'm struggling with. I wanted them. Like badly. I wanted them in more ways than one. But I couldn't have them both. Hell, they don't even know each other. Then a third man came into my thoughts.

Steel eyes that held no emotions. But at the same time, they held so much. He was so quiet that I wondered if he was mute. He had such a threatening aura to him, but when I was trapped in that elevator with him, I didn't feel scared. The way he handled me when we were at the club had my panties damp.

He was everywhere. But at the same time, nowhere. I was certain that he was at my graduation. And he was at the hospital when I was there. The way he looked at me when I was in the hospital bed made my heart stutter and my brain fog. There was someone behind him but I couldn't see who.

In a way, I wouldn't mind having him to myself either. But I couldn't choose him over the other two. I couldn't choose either of them.

I groan and flip over in bed, checking the time. It was already 6 so I decided to get up, changing into jeans and a T-shirt. I left my hair down, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I quietly left my apartment, ordering an Uber. My poor car had finally gone out, thank God I was already in the parking garage when it happened.

I made sure I had my pepper spray this time, not wanting a repeat of what happened last time I didn't have it. I went to get breakfast first, buying something for my driver since it was a drive-thru.

I decided to pick up some flowers and sweets before giving the driver a certain address, feeling nerves fill my body. Stepping out of the Uber, I paid him and walked into the building. I walked up to the receptionist, smiling at her.

"Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Lee Lopez." I tell her, she smiles back and looks at her computer, furrowing her brows.

"I'm sorry, I don't see a Lee Lopez here." She murmurs, making me furrow my brows next. "Is there another name he could be registered under?"

"His wife is Marie Santiago. Oh! His real name is Leroy." I tell her, smiling again. She nods and checks the computer again before giving me a grin.

"He's in room F34." She says. I nod and walk to the elevator, pressing floor F and walking through the hallway. I see his room and knock softly. Hearing a muffled come in.

"Hi, Mr. Lee. It's Brooklyn, from Lavender Arts.." I say softly, walking in and smiling at him. His eyes light up and he nods, smiling back at me.

"Oh, Hello dear. What a pleasant surprise." He smiles, looking at the flowers and sweets. I place them on his night table and pull up a chair. "What brings you to visit this old raisin?"

"I wanted to see if you feel any better. We were all very worried for you." I say softly, wincing when he coughs. I hide the worry and smile at him.

"Oh don't worry about me. I'm as tough as a diamond." He smiles. I chuckle and shake my head softly. "So, how's life treating you now, dear?"

"It's kicked me down many times but... it seems I've found a crutch." I tell him. He nods softly, staring off.

"A boyfriend?" He asks, a teasing tone in his voice. I chuckle and bop my head from side to side.

"Something like that. I got a job as a photographer." I switch topics quickly. He looks at me with wide eyes.

"That's wonderful. Capturing the world's beauty in a picture." He smiles. "Tell me, that substitute they hired for me, was he any good?"

"Oh, Zach- Mr. Everest? He was a great professor, however, nowhere near as good as you." I compliment, chuckling when he blows raspberries. "He gave me a pretty hard time though, but he offered me tutoring and I have to admit, I think I needed it."

"Oh dear. He's your little crush, isn't he?" He smirks, looking at me. I gape at him and narrow my eyes.

"No! Now why would you think that?" I chuckle, shaking my head at him.

"Dear, I've lived nearly 70 years. I know a thing or two about when someone has a crush. How do you think I got my love Marie?" He grins. I smile down at my lap and shake my head softly.

"Mr. Lee... I don't know what to tell you. It feels wrong." I murmur, feeling awkward that I was talking about this to my Ex Professor.

"Do you really think that?" He asks, moving to sit up a little better. He reaches over and grabs my hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "Or do you feel that way because that's what society thinks?"

I stayed quiet, thinking of what he said. Did I really think that? Or was that what I was forced to think? "I.. don't know."

"Do you feel comfortable with him? Does he make you feel safe? Does he make the time on a clock go by faster when you're together?" He asked, making me think about each question. But I only had one simple answer.

"Yes."

"Then I don't see anything wrong with it. Follow your heart. Not society." He says, letting out a fit of coughs at the end. I reach over, grab his glass of water, and carefully help him drink it.

"I need to get going... I'll visit you soon. I promise." I smile, standing from my chair. He smiles back and bids me adieu. I walk out of his room and back into the lobby of the hospital. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the familiar man coming out of another room, his knuckles bandaged and his face bruised.

His shoulders tensed slightly and he looked directly at me, staring me down. I almost swallowed my tongue at the intense stare. Curious, I walk towards him.

"Fancy seeing you here... What happened to you?" I ask, tilting my head slightly at the cut on his face. He clenches his jaw and sighs.

To no surprise, he stayed quiet. He simply shrugged and looked away. I put my lips into a straight line, really wanting to have a conversation with him.

"I take it you don't talk, do you know sign language?" I ask curiously. He looks at me with furrowed brows before giving me a small smile. My heart leaped forward and clung to him at the sight. I couldn't help but smile back.

-I do. Thank you for asking. I'll see you around.- He signed, giving me a small wink before walking away. I stayed frozen in my spot, thinking of his little smile. I felt very proud that I accomplished the smile and somewhat of a conversation.

Thank you Mistress Lottie for teaching me to sign.