𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
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He stood there, pressing the gun against my forehead, his eyes burning with anger, betrayal, and hate.
Hate-something I never wanted to see in his...
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I freshened up and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. But to my surprise, breakfast was already ready.
Had he cooked? Did he know how to cook?
He smiled when he saw me. His smile could make my day, and I smiled back. He looked fresh; he must have taken a shower.
"Hey, just put the containers out," he said, taking the plates from the holder.
I took both containers and settled into a chair. To be honest, I wasn't a fan of breakfast; I just needed my black coffee, that was it. I was just going to make breakfast for him because he was used to it. Though he ate whatever was given to him, if you put anything oily on his plate, he would never touch it.
He came over with two cups and placed one in front of me.
Black coffee.
He remembered!
Another cup had his tea.
"I never knew you cook too!" I said, serving idli-sambhar on my plate.
"Yeah, you know I used to live alone, so basic needs," he replied.
He started eating, and I took the first bite. The flavors melted in my mouth.
Damn, it's so yummy.
We completed our breakfast in silence, and I noticed he was looking in a hurry. But for what? If we were a normal couple, it would be so difficult and weird after whatever happened between us. But look at us, there's nothing weird. Maybe because we had no feelings for each other.
Or maybe he had no feelings.
My subconscious mind mocked, but I knew one thing: he was an emotional and caring guy; he could never change his behavior.
He put his plate in the kitchen and came back, extending his hand to me. What did he want?
"Come on," he said.
He held my hand and dragged me to his room. The bedsheet had been changed, and the room looked clean. He liked cleanliness. He was setting up his phone on the vanity, with the selfie camera open. I frowned, wondering what he was actually doing.
He pulled me towards him, and my eyes widened at the sudden movement. I felt his lips on mine. For a second, my breath stopped.
That was my weakness. I hadn't wanted this, but maybe I needed it. I also began responding. His lips sucked my lower lip, and I sucked his upper lip. Our tongues collided, tasting each other's mouths, sucking and nibbling. We pulled away when we felt breathless. I felt his forehead touch mine, and he pulled me closer by holding my waist. My hand rested on his nape. Our eyes met. I loved his black eyes, which were shining as if he had found something precious.
"You know I am not as boring as you. I need our romantic picture."
He pointed towards his phone, which was clicking our picture continuously.
