Conquering You [Zorobin]

Chapter V

-- Training Final --

Satisfaction.

Satisfaction for feeling the cold water running through my body. When I only emit a sensual warmth by remembering how this day began and with whom, I can't help but remember it as I head for the bathroom.

Waking up at 3:30 with him in the women's room saying that we had to go jogging on the island, saying that I wasn't surprised would be a blatant lie, I remember that yesterday he told me that we would train very early and that I would be prepared, I did not imagine that we would start sooo early obvious I did not prepare for that.

That is why I did not organize my bed and my things in the room, so that I could get ready for him, since 5 minutes was the limit of his waiting time. Sacrifice well paid, as I realized how his eyebrows rose in admiration? when I entered his sight. I like to imagine that his eyebrows betrayed his usual stoic expression, in a sign that he liked what he saw, that he liked what he wore, that he liked me.

Blushing at my thoughts, never before, not in my 30 years, but in these 6 days I am not the same. I am very happy to just watch him, a great pleasure when his hard but soft touch comes into contact with mine. An opportunity I couldn't get 2 years ago because when I realized my feelings for him, fate separated us, for 2 years where I lost many moments like these.

I feel little sea monsters fighting and swallowing each other in my stomach every time we are in a special moment, like the kisses on his cheeks, our first hug after having known each other for over 2 years, sobbing on his weak shoulder, another hug in the bathroom and the most recent and longest of all, this morning's hug, carrying me on his back to the boat.

Remembering those moments makes me desire, desire that a satisfactory cold shower could calm down, that's what I hope and better not think about anything else.

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Finally, the bathroom room, seemed to me to be a long journey to this place, but focusing on my thoughts only nullifies my senses of perceiving time and space.

I see my face in the mirror, blushing, young, like the young girls who have just left home in search of fun and love. According to the books of romance and psychology that I read are signs of being in love, of true feelings that change even the most insensitive killer, I now did not hesitate for a second.

That man has changed my perspective on romance without consciously doing it, making me want to be in one. In the past, reading about romance was like reading a fantasy book, events that could never really happen, characters who suddenly fall in love for no reason, characters who act differently when they are with their lovers, characters who care for and protect each other without receiving anything in return, characters who forget and change customs for the simple satisfaction of the other.

Now, rereading those same romance books gives me clues that I couldn't notice before, only a person in love can notice them, now I can notice it. The characters did not fall in love suddenly, there were subtle details that led them to that emotional state, the characters acted to impress and gain the attention of the other, the characters took care and protect each other so that they did not see the pain and suffering on the opposite face, characters who forgot their old habits and changed them to spend time with the other sharing and enjoying a mutual feeling that made them feel better.

Now, I read them imagining the situations, but with other characters, he and I, who always gave me a smile, a flush, a flushed stomach and sometimes something totally new to me, humidity, another myth I didn't believe in, The author's exaggerations I told me when I saw how women got wet when they got excited by the actions of their partners, but now find sex scenes in the novels and think of other characters like him and me performing the sexual and carnal act, I got wet, after 30 years for the first time I got wet thinking about someone, thinking about him. Tears also appear on my face as I imagine us again in that situation, feeling the words, betrayals, mistrust and so other things as if they were real, I felt how my chest really took them seriously.