bapa: from here to eternity

chapter 53: patient

Bose POV:

It was exactly 9 p.m., and Chapa, as usual, was getting impatient. "Why are they late?" she asked, pacing back and forth, clearly annoyed. I couldn't help but laugh, her frustration was almost endearing. "They're only a few minutes late," I said gently, watching her cross her arms and stare at the clock. She huffed, tapping her foot.

"I'm not patient, you know that."

"I can see that," I teased, leaning back against the couch, my eyes following her as she kept pacing.

She shot me a look. "You better keep your promise tonight, Bose."

"You know I would be a fool to break it," I replied, giving her a reassuring smile, though she wasn't about to let it go that easily.

Finally, around 9:10, the doorbell rang. Blaise and Miles had arrived. Chapa practically sighed in relief as I opened the door and greeted them. "Hey, how was the night?" I asked casually.

Miles shrugged, "It was... something." Blaise gave a tired smile, but didn't elaborate. It looked like they both just wanted to get the night over with.

I handed over Blaise's sisters, who eagerly hugged me before saying their goodbyes. Sadie and Lena waved as they left, clearly exhausted but happy. I started chatting with Blaise and Miles about their night when suddenly Chapa appeared behind me, her impatience clear in her eyes.

"Hey, guys," she greeted them quickly, but her tone was a little too sharp. "I need Bose for something... urgent."

Before I could finish my sentence, Chapa shut the door in their faces. I blinked, surprised, and turned to her. "You really shouldn't just shut the door on them like that."

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can shut more than just doors," she replied, her voice low, and before I could react, her lips were on mine, shutting me up immediately.

Her kiss was fierce, hungry, like she'd been waiting for this moment all night. It didn't take long for both of us to start breathing heavily as the tension between us grew. She practically led me toward the bedroom, her hands tightly gripping my hair, pulling me closer as we stumbled through the hallway. The feel of her fingers running through my hair sent shivers down my spine, making it impossible to focus on anything but her.

By the time we made it to the bedroom, she pushed me against the wall, pinning me there with a heated kiss. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and my own was quickly matching hers. Her lips trailed from my mouth to my neck, kissing with an urgency that drove me wild.

"Show me those abs," she whispered breathlessly against my skin, her fingers already tugging at my shirt. I didn't hesitate. I pulled off my shirt, tossing it aside, and grabbed her face, pulling her back to me, kissing her deeply, feeling her melt against me.

Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bed. We fell onto it, her body on top of mine, her breath hot against my chest as she began to kiss me all over again. Her lips found their way to my neck once more, this time lingering longer at one spot, her kisses growing more intimate, more intense.

I could barely catch my breath. "I can't get enough of you," I muttered between ragged breaths.

She grinned wickedly, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "Good, because this is only the beginning."

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After our intense 10 minute make-out session, Chapa suddenly paused, pulling back just enough to look at me. Her eyes still dark with desire, but there was something else there now—mischief.