SOTUS BEHIND THE ACT

Who Cares About The Consequences (E)

Explicit/Mature Content

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KRIST

As I got out from the shower I couldn't prevent myself to think of him. Just by staring at my body, in the reflection of the mirror that hung in front of me; I couldn't prevent myself from desiring him even anymore.

I bit my lips as I thought of him.

As I dried my hair with the towel next to me my mind was being busy reasoning the possible outcomes that could come out from tonight.

My mind was telling me one thing, but these weird feelings that I was too paranoid to think about too deeply  were telling me something else. Something completely irrational if compared to what I believed we shouldn't do tonight.

I combed my hair once, finished drying myself out, and put some briefs on. As I put them on; the elastic around the briefs let out aloud sound as it touched the skin of my waist. But still yet, I wasn't able to come out from the restroom.

'Is this too much?' I said as I twitched my eyebrows.

'I couldn't prevent me from denying that there was a part of me who wanted to provocate him...'

I shook my head as the loud voices of thoughts appeared in my mind.

As if by looking in the mirror it would make everything better, I still decided to take a final look hoping it would give me confidence. The confidence I needed to be the Krist he knew, and not the side of me who felt too vulnerable to show to anyone.

The type of confidence I needed to get what I wanted from him tonight.

The feeling of it being a tantrum had stoped too long ago. And a part of me didn't wanted him to believe it was a one night type of thing anymore.

It started to feel as if I liked him a little bit too much now.

I wanted him so bad, more than I wanted anything else.
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I took a deep breath,

brushed my teeth,

and open the bathroom door.

"Ufff" I said as I let a breath out and put on a smile.

I had the mentality that whatever it could happen tonight I would just let it be.

I didn't wanted to care anymore.
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It didn't even took me a minute to grab the handle and open that door. I grabbed my dirty clothes as I tossed them into a laundry basket, and walked towards Singto as if nothing was supposed to happen.

As I walked towards my bed, his eyes met mine just for a few seconds and I knew, I just became aware that he was staring at my body...

A body in which I wasn't too comfortable with yet, a body that still felt not good enough to reach my expectations. But the way he looked at it made me feel confident and wanted; and that's all I cared about. Being wanted by him.

Inside my head,  in a type of way I was hoping it would reassure me that I was the one who was in control of this situation; and not him. That I was the only one who could walk away from this or end this. Not him.