"Sorry, Sir! I'm really sorry!" The small figure apologised repeatedly as he stood frozen in his spot. "It's alright. Are you okay?" I stared down into his beautiful pair of familiar looking eyes, wondering where did I last saw them. "Y-Yes. C-Can you l-let me go? I'm g-going to be l-late." He stuttered fearfully as he stared at my hand which I've unknowingly gripped around his wrist firmly. It's so small and boney... "Shit. Sorry." Letting go of his wrist immediately, he sped down the road swiftly without looking back even once. I wonder where did I last saw those eyes... So that ^ is just an inside of what's going to happen. Please read the story to find out what happens in the end. [Book 1 of the Tantalizing Love Series] - A Chocolate Kiss (completed) [Book 2 of the Tantalizing Love Series] - My Pastry Chef (completed) [Book 3 of the Tantalizing Love Series] - Sweet Temptation (completed) Highest ranking: #1 in bxb #1 in boy x boy #1 in gayromance #2 in gay #36 in romance #3 in lgbtq #1 in mpreg #149 in yaoi #25 for gaylove

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.