Shalam's POV
I sat on the sofa facing the wide window. There are plants outside. His balcony is wide.
It's not its flower season yet but the little yields show they are healthy.
I hope that his love for me is as healthy as that plant.
"Are you nervous?" Allan asked
I looked up at him
"What did you do?" He asked again
"Shalam" he whispered
I looked at his gray eyes.
He moved his hands and wiped my forehead.
Is it hot?"
"Ca... Can I take a shower?" I asked.
"Yes babe come." He said held one of my hands and guided me to his room. We climbed the stairs. Two rooms. And the middle is like a study area.
His bed is a queen size one. His condo looks small but actually wide.
I looked around.
He opened the door of the bathroom.
"Can I join you?" He asked
He asked
I shook my head.
"Shalam" he whispered again. He gripped on my waist
I know what he wants
I want it too .
"Sha.. Shalam needs to wash first na. Sky said I need to remove the excess dye residues." I said.
He smiled and kissed me.
I am pinned on the wall.
"Yes the color I like it so much that I can't even speak " he admitted.
"Shalam" he groaned.
"I'll wash first na. I'll come to you when I'm done." I said.
He kissed my neck
"Please don't be stubborn na. My head is itchy now." I said pouting.
He smirked and kissed me like eating before he let go and left me alone.
I wash my hair thoroughly.
Lathered with shampoo. Then wash it again.
The water now look clear.
Done.
Wash my body also.
Okay I'm done.
But I don't have a towel.
I walked to the door.
I opened it and a smirk welcomed me.
"Towel please." I asked.
"I can be your towel." He said.
"Babe.. Shalam is cold na...needs a towel please." I said.
He got the bathrobe from the bed and put it on me
"Let's dry your hair " he said.
I nodded
He put on the hair dryer.
And dries my hair.
Doorbell.
"Dinner" he said.
I continued drying my hair.
I remember something.
I look around
I saw my bag on his study table.
I grabbed the lube damn two flavors.
I picked the red one.
I quickly hid it under the po pillows.
"You act nervously" Allan again said.
He knows me now.
He can read my emotions that sometimes I can't even express.
He sat beside me.
I sit on his lap.
"Do you want it?" I asked him bravely.
He smirked.
"Yes. I love you and I want you " he said.
"What do you want?" I asked.
YOU ARE READING
Game Over
Fanficlove is not a game to play. careful what you play it is like fire. enjoyable but can burn you. what if the game you played. played you. are you ready to fall in love?
