Be my S̶̶l̶̶a̶̶v̶̶e̶ || Book-I ||

what am I to you

As I leaned in closer, Pete’s eyes fluttered closed, and he parted his lips ever so slightly, as if inviting me in.

I brushed my lips against his, softly, gently, feeling an electric charge surge between us. The sparks were undeniable.

Our lips moved together, seamlessly in sync, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding as if they were beating in unison.

The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us, lost in the magic of the moment.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue teasing the outline of his lips, savoring the softness of his skin, the warmth of his mouth.

Pete’s arms wrapped around me, i pulling him even closer, his hands splayed wide across my back, holding on as if he never wanted to let go.

We kissed like we were drowning, like we needed to breathe each other in to survive. Our lips moved faster, more desperate, my hearts racing.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I was home—like this was where I was meant to be. Pete’s lips were my haven, my sanctuary, my safe place in the chaos of my life.

As we finally broke apart, gasping for air, Pete’s eyes met mine. His gaze was filled with such intensity, it made my pulse quicken all over again.

"Khun Vegas," he whispered, his voice husky, his lips swollen from our kiss.

I couldn’t help but smile, my heart soaring at the sound of his voice.

"Just Vegas for you, my moon," I whispered back, my voice barely audible, filled with a tenderness I hadn’t shown anyone before.

Pete blinked, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"Just Vegas?" he asked softly. He was still catching his breath, still processing what had just happened between us.

"Only for you," I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly across his jawline, savoring the warmth of his skin.

"You're the only one who gets to see me like this."

Pete stared at me, his eyes searching mine.

"And what am I to you?" he asked, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable.

I felt my chest tighten at the question. What was he to me? The answer scared me because I wasn’t sure I was ready to admit it to myself, let alone him.

"You’re... everything, Pete," I whispered, feeling the weight of my words settle between us.

"You're the one thing I can’t seem to control. And I hate it—but I want it. I need it."

Pete’s breath hitched, and I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the battle within him. Before he could say anything, I leaned in again, brushing my lips against his softly, reassuringly.

" I can't live without you pete" I whispered against his lips.

Our lips met once more, this time in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. Everything about the moment was fiery and raw, like the universe had aligned just for us.

We kissed like the stars burning bright above us, our love shining as fiercely as the night sky itself.

Pete clung to me, his fingers gripping my shirt tightly, as if afraid I might disappear.

His lips left mine briefly, his breathing ragged, but those eyes—God, those eyes—looked up at me with such need, such longing. I could see the battle going on inside him, the conflict he was trying so hard to hide.

But then, suddenly, he broke the kiss. His eyes widened with panic, and before I could react, he stood up abruptly. I watched him, confused, before getting to my feet and reaching for his hand.