The main level - Sander Helmers-Olsen Smut / Erotica

The Truth - scene two

Last night was terrible, I thought to myself. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The birds were chirping happily, and the sun shone beautifully. It was a morning where nobody, not anyone would feel terrible or sad of. Except for me.

I was still sad and broken-hearted by the whole Sander going out with another girl issue. I stared at the phone beside my bed. Not even a single text nor a single call from him. He must be having a real time... With someone else. I was too brought down by the whole thing that I have decided not to wake up in the morning. Instead, I thought of continue sleeping till I felt like waking.

"I don't want to wake up," I said as I heard my door being opened.

" (Y/N), we need to talk."

"Sander?" I said, surprised by his presence in my house, in my room. I sat myself up properly on the bed and looked at him with wild bed hair and groggy morning face.

"Can you at least wait later when I am all showered," I whined to the blonde.

"I can't wait. I just have to tell you," Sander insisted. And so, I told him to sit on my bed as I took my blanket and covered myself, leaving only my face being exposed.

Suddenly, Sander began cupping my chubby cheeks and inched me closer to him. I was confused, but I didn't want to stop him. For all I know, he ought to kiss me again. And he did! Oh shit, morning breath, I whispered in my heart. But Sander didn't seem to mind. Instead, he continued kissing me. What was going on?

"Sander..." I sighed under my breath (my morning breath) as we broke away from the kiss.

"I love you," he whispered. And there was I, sitting on the bed looking like a complete moron. I was completely taken aback by his statement.

"But the model?" I asked.

"I didn't have as much fun as I had with you every time we hang around."