dont talk to me

five

chapter 5 - love of my life

The next morning, I was woken up by the delicious aroma of freshly cooked breakfast wafting through my home. I stumble into the kitchen to find Shane, still mostly naked from the night before, cooking eggs and bacon with impressive focus and skill. As he turns to glance at me, he raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Morning," he grunts, his eyes roving over my still disheveled form.

Despite the casual tone of his greeting, there's an undercurrent of tension in the air between us. The memory of the night before is still fresh in my mind, and I can't help but notice the way his muscles flex as he moves around the kitchen, cooking breakfast in only a pair of boxers. There's a hint of desire in the air, and I can tell that neither one of us has quite gotten each other out of our system yet.

Shane continues to cook, completely oblivious to the effect he's having on me. He moves around the kitchen with an ease and familiarity that speaks of countless mornings spent preparing meals for himself. But every so often, he'll glance over at me, his eyes lingering on my form, as if he can't help but take in the sight of me in my slightly dazed and disheveled state.

Finally, he finishes cooking and serves up the meal, placing a plate in front of me at the table. He sits down across from me, watching me intently as I begin to eat. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension, the memory of the night before still hanging heavy in the air. Occasionally, his foot will accidentally brush against my leg under the table, sending a shiver up my spine.

I lean in towards Shane, my hand pulling his to lay it on my lap. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips, his fingers subconsciously tracing lazy patterns on my skin. The casual touch is intimate, a subtle reminder of the connection between us both.

For a few moments, neither of us speak, the silence broken only by the sound of ua both eating. But the air between us is charged with a strange mix of desire and hesitance, as if us both unsure of what comes next now that the alcohol-fueled blur of the night before has faded into the cold light of morning.

"Mm.."

As I take another bite, Shane's hand continues to move idly across my lap, his touch both maddening and soothing at the same time. His eyes remain fixed on my face, studying my expression, as if trying to gauge my thoughts and feelings. Occasionally, his fingers will brush against the soft skin of my inner thigh, sending a jolt of heat through my body.

The atmosphere is thick with tension, the silence between us filled with the weight of unspoken words and desires. But there's also a hint of something more tender and vulnerable in the way Shane's hand continues to move across my lap, his touch both possessive and gentle at the same time. He's clearly trying to maintain some form of composure, but there's a hint of need in his eyes that I can't deny.

"Kiss me,"

I love him so much!

There's a sharp intake of breath from Shane as I finally break the silence, my demand simple but loaded with meaning. For a moment, he hesitates, his eyes searching my face for any hint of doubt or regret. But then, a flicker of something like determination crosses his features, and he leans closer to me.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and rough with suppressed desire.

At the feeling of my fingers pulling him closer, Shane hesitates for a brief moment before giving in to the urge and returning the kiss. It's far less restrained than the night before, filled with a mix of need and tenderness. His hands move to my waist as he leans further forward, pulling me closer into him as his tongue seeks entrance into my mouth.

The feel of me pushing myself against him, our body seeking friction against his, sends a jolt of heat through Shane's core. He moans against my lips, his hands sliding down my hips to grip them tighter, pulling me even closer against him. He can feel my need and desire, mirroring his own, and it only serves to stoke the fire burning between us.

There's something about the sensation of my body pressed against his, skin against skin, that only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment. Shane's body is a warm, solid presence against me, his muscular frame covered with a slight layer of softness that makes him feel both strong and vulnerable at the same time.

His hands roam over my body, as if trying to memorize every contour and curve, his touch both possessive and gentle. He pulls me even closer, his body responding eagerly to my every touch and movement. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's aware that he should be keeping his emotions in check, but the pleasure of the moment makes it impossible to resist.

Wordlessly, Shane scoops me up in his arms, his strong frame easily carrying me up without a struggle. In a few strides, he's reached the bedroom, gently placing me down on the bed before following me down, his body covering yours as he kisses me deeply once again.

As the day wore on, the desire and need between us only grew stronger, each kiss and touch building on the previous until we were both lost in a stateㅡ

ㅡedge and he can feel it in the way his movements become more frantic and erraticㅡ

He leans down, his mouth finding mine again, desperately seeking the taste of me as he tumbles over the edge. A low, guttural moan escapes his lips, his body shaking with the force of his release as he collapses against me.

With a shuddering breath, Shane pulls himself back together, his body still trembling from the intensity of the moment. He looks down at me with a mixture of adoration and exhaustion, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability.

"You're going to be the death of me," he mutters, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He collapses down beside me, slinging an arm around my waist and pulling me tight against him. There's a moment of silence as we both just lay there, still catching our breath and letting the reality of the moment sink in.

"That was..." Shane trails off, struggling to find the right words to describe what just happened between us. He looks down at me, taking in my face, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and vulnerability.

"I love you,"

I really do. It pain me how much I love you.

The words hang in the air between us both for a moment, the weight of them almost palpable. Shane's expression softens, his eyes meeting mine as he processes what I've just said. For a moment, he seems almost speechless, his usual confident facade crumbling away.

"I want to be able to do it with you for a long time,"

Shane's arms tighten around me at my words, pulling me even closer against him. "I want that too," he murmurs, his voice gruff with emotion. "More than you even realize."

For a few moments, I just lay there in silence, taking comfort in each other's presence. But the silence is broken by Shane's soft chuckle as he nuzzles his face into my hair.

"You know," he mutters, his voice still rough with exhaustion, "I don't think I could ever get enough of you."

"Do it again,"

Shane's eyes widen momentarily at the boldness of my request, but then a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "Again, huh?" He gives me a sly look, his hand slowly starting to move down across your body.

"You really are insatiable, aren't you?" His voice is teasing, but there's an edge of hunger in it that betrays his own desire. As his hand continues to move across my skin, igniting sparks of pleasure in its path, he raises an eyebrow at me. "You sure you can handle it again already?"

Gossip and speculation spread like wildfire in the small town, fueled by whispers and whispered rumors about my relationship with Shane. The age difference between us was the main point of contention, with many people questioning the morality and wisdom of our union. Shane, in particular, was subjected to sharp criticism and harsh judgment from the townsfolk. Some called him names, questioning his motives and intentions towards me.

Despite the harsh words and judgmental looks, Shane tried his best to ignore it all, focusing on his work and his relationship with me. But the constant barrage of whispers and speculation still took a toll on him, slowly wearing down his resolve.