CHALLENGE : Secret Love Series

~ 3 ~

"Do you wanna grab some breakfast?" He asked as he closed the door to our motel room.

The sun is already rising on the horizon and the sound of busy commuters filled the air for the early morning rush. It's five in the morning, and I've got work at nine and he at seven. I told him to check out much earlier so we'd have enough time to get ready for work. He laughed at me and said there's no need to take a shower. He wants to smell my scent on his skin for the whole day—my reaction, disgusted.

"No, I should head home. I need to get ready," I said, "I hope you don't mind."

"Nah, it's alright. I understand," he reached for my hand as we walked toward my car.

Despite being completely naked in front of him in every imaginable position for the whole night, this simple gesture of holding hands as we walked outside seemed so intimate. Stifling. It's making me uncomfortable.

"So," I fidget by the door of my car, he's still holding on my hand and tracing small circles at the back of it with his thumb. "Umm... can I have my hand back?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize... well, you have such nice hands."

"Thanks."

"So, I'll call you?"

"Okay," I got in my car, rolled my window down, and started the engine.

"Rei," he popped his head inside my car through the open window, "I had a great time. I hope you did too."

"I did."

"Great, that's what matters," he then placed a soft kiss on my cheek before walking to his car.

I got home thirty minutes later to find the house empty. My boyfriend must have left early or he might not have spent the night here. I dropped my keys on the counter and headed straight for the shower. I quickly undressed and was ready to climb into the shower when a note caught my eye on the floor.

"Rei ♡," my boyfriend's handwriting slanted off the page a little, "I went home to sleep. I'll see you later tonight. I cooked pasta last night before going home. Have some before work. Love you."

My hand shook as I read and reread his sweet, thoughtful message for me. He's been thinking of my wellness and here I am, fooling around with his so-called-friend.

Let's just say my shower time was wetter than before as the water from the shower muffled and drown my bouts of tears and cries.

Is it regret? Am I already regretting my action?

However, as my mind wander back to last night's escapade, my body reacts instantaneously. My heart may regret it, but my weak body craves for it.

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I know I'm wrong, but I couldn't seem to put an end to it. Days turned to weeks and we're still at it. The night in Room 248 has been repeated multiple times. My excuse is always a sleepover at my mom's place. Despite our many secret rendezvous, it still didn't stop us from fooling around any chance we got.

May it be a quick blow job while my boyfriend sleeps on the couch. Or a make-out session behind the house after throwing away trash. Or a quickie on his truck on our way to grab some milk or beers.

"Rei," he said, breathlessly over the phone. I could hear the squishy sound his hands made as he jerks off for me. "I'm about to cum... ooh... cum with me... m'kay?"

"Yes," I breathed out, "I'm almost there."

I flipped over, laid on my back, and lowered the volume. I wasn't actually touching myself and I don't want him to know it. I was, in fact, watching The Walking Dead. I guess it's easy to fool him, I just have to say some sexy, breathy words in a low voice and it'll get him off in an instant. I'm not always in the mood to play with myself, whereas he's seemed to be always with a hard-on every time we talk on the phone. We just had sex last night too. Is that my effect on him?