𝕴 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 ; ʟʟᴏʏᴅ ɢᴀʀᴍᴀᴅᴏɴ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

chapter eleven: what I've dreamed of.

♫ ❝If you've got a girlfriend i'm jealous of her, but if you're single it's honestly worse. Because you're so gorgeous, it actually hurts.❞♫
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LLOYDS POV.

As I climb through my bedroom window, the words "this can't be real" echo inside my mind, repeating like a mantra. The sun is casting a golden glow across the skyline, signaling its descent for the night. Barely able to contain my excitement, I know he'll be here soon.

I shut the window with a soft click, my heart pounding in my chest. I discard my ninja mask and suit in my closet, the remnants of my nocturnal adventures. I hastily change into a white tank top and baggy black sweatpants, feeling a thrill run down my spine. My gaze drifts to the window, where the sun is now dipping below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. He should be here any minute.

The thought still feels surreal. I kissed, no, made out with the most handsome boy in our entire school. He initiated it, which only makes the memory sweeter. And he knows I'm the Green Ninja – the elusive figure who roams our town at night, delivering justice in my own little way. Yet, he doesn't treat me any differently. My fingers trace the faint bruises forming hickeys on my neck, and I can't help but let out a shrill, joyous squeak.

I bounce around my room, feeling like I could float on air. Then, I land face-first onto my bed. I bury my face into my pillow, releasing a sound that's part laugh, part scream. Tugging at my hair, I sit up, my smile never faltering or fading. Today, everything has changed. And I couldn't be happier.

He broke up with his girlfriend, for me. For little old me. This news leaves me both breathless and trembling, my heart pounding in my ears. Could it be true? Does he feel for me the way I've been secretly pining for him? Does he envision me in his thoughts, just as I often picture him in mine?

The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I find myself fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, as I wait for him to arrive. His presence, when he's near, sends my heart into overdrive. It's a sensation I can't imagine ever growing tired of.

My mind races, contemplating the possibilities. What if he becomes my boyfriend? The thought alone sets my heart aflutter. He's the epitome of beauty - in his looks, his character, and his actions. An image of us, arm in arm, flashes through my mind. The sight fills me with such warmth and happiness, it's all I can do to suppress a contented sigh.

The memories of our passionate encounter flood my mind, each sensation resurfacing vividly. His kisses, soft yet slightly rough, left me breathless. He kissed me with urgency, as if time itself was against us. The gentle graze of his teeth against my exposed neck sent shivers down my spine, a possessive claim that made my heart race.

The intense, loving look he gave me, the way his fingers effortlessly tangled in my hair, and the intimate positioning of his knee between my legs - these moments were etched into my mind, a treasure trove of intimacy and desire. I force myself to push these thoughts aside, aware that indulging them further might lead to a situation I wasn't prepared to handle.

Stepping out of my room, I find my mother nestled comfortably on the couch, lost in her favorite television show. "Mom, one of my friends is coming over today, is that alright?" I ask nonchalantly, trying to hide the excitement bubbling beneath my calm exterior.

She peers at me through half-lidded eyes, a mischievous grin forming on her lips. "Is it, your little boyfriend?" Her teasing tone catches me off guard, flushing my cheeks a deep shade of red. My mother chuckles and shakes her head, "I'm kidding, of course, he's welcome. You don't have to be so tense."