I broke the kiss, but our lips hovered just inches apart. Pete trembled, his eyes still wide with fear, but he didn’t pull away. I gently brushed my thumb against his soft lips.
"Shhh... calm down," I whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, this time softer, more gentle.
At first, he remained stiff, his body locked in fear. But as I kissed him, I felt him slowly relax, his lips parting hesitantly.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue just grazing his lips, and a soft, almost reluctant moan escaped him.
His arms cautiously wrapped around me, i pulled him closer as he began to respond.
It felt like all the fear, the tension he had been holding onto, melted into the kiss.
I could feel him giving in, letting go, as if the kiss was his way of surrendering the fear he had carried for so long.
I held him tighter, my own heart racing in a way it had never done before.
This wasn’t control, this wasn’t a game—I was losing myself in him, in the feel of him against me, and for the first time, I didn’t mind it.
The kiss deepened, our lips moving together in sync. I felt like I was drowning in the intensity of it, but I didn’t want to be saved. I didn’t want this moment to end.
Finally, we pulled apart, both of us gasping for air. Pete looked up at me, his eyes still glistening with tears.
I smiled, breathless, my chest tightening as I saw him look at me. "I won’t hurt you, Pete," I murmured softly, cupping his face.
"I promise."
I pulled him closer, resting his head against my chest, and we both lay back on the bed.
This was the first time I’d allowed someone inside my personal space—no one except Macau had ever been in my room, let alone on my bed. But with Pete, it felt... different.
I glanced down at his face. His cheeks were soft, like fluffy cotton candy, and his lips—those lips looked so tempting.
I noticed him nervously biting them, hard enough that he might make them bleed. Gently, I brushed my thumb over his lip.
"Don't do that," I whispered, my voice low and teasing. "If you keep biting your lip, you’re going to make it bleed. Unless... you want me to bite them for you?"
His face turned crimson, and his ears flushed a deep shade of red. He blinked up at me, eyes wide, but still, he didn’t say a word. He just stayed still in my arms, his breathing steady but trembling slightly.
The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, the kind that didn’t need words. The only sounds were the distant chirping of crickets and the soft rustling of the curtains as a cool breeze drifted in through the balcony. Moonlight seeped into the room, casting a soft glow over everything.
I looked down again and saw Pete already fast asleep, his face peaceful, his body relaxed. I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. There he was, sleeping like a baby again, so vulnerable and innocent in my arms.
I held him closer, feeling a strange sense of warmth settle in my chest. For the first time, I wasn’t thinking about control, power, or anything else. Just... this moment.
As I held Pete close, his breathing steady against my chest, I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening to me. I wasn’t used to this—this feeling of wanting to protect someone, to keep them safe.
My life had always been about control, about power, about doing whatever it took to maintain my position. But with Pete, it was different. He made me feel... vulnerable in a way I never expected.
I brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead and watched him for a moment longer.
His innocence, his softness—it was so different from the harsh world I was used to. And yet, here he was, asleep in my arms, as if he belonged here.
A part of me hated it—hated that he was breaking down the walls I’d spent years building. But another part of me, a part I didn’t want to admit existed, liked the way it felt. I liked having him here.
The room was quiet, only the soft sounds of his breathing filling the air. I sighed softly, closing my eyes, feeling the weight of the world lift off my shoulders for a moment.
As I lay there, the cool breeze continuing to drift through the room, I felt my own eyes grow heavy.
I tightened my hold on Pete, pulling him closer as sleep slowly overtook me. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel alone.
And I wasn’t sure what that meant, but for tonight, I didn’t care.
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