Half Hope, Half Love

'd just asked me to show him how

steps, knocking him down gently with my own disbalance, both of

suddenly making me crazy. Nudging him gently on

didn't, I gr

I said, as a m

ns of beer isn't enough f

ld me he ju

a low tolerance f

d been indignant of his muscular

ot the po

d annoyingly accusing of my behaviou

ou don't listen t

under any position to

m, feeling hur

ever letting myself carried away by

issatic, and egoistic. Any ti

es me off guard when he chan

en my words mean nothing to him ju

ng with the cresuclent pearls of emerging tears and I curs

on his chest, pushing him aside roughly, only to have him c

t t

raised my left leg and the same time and tried to kick him but he was fast enough, pinning his left leg

slightly stained from his activity, a

rom my own, and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves

as almost out of his grasp when he pushed all his

" He ordered. "

my mind reeling with the fact that if he didn't do anything intimate with me past these yea

he settled in the crook of my nec

kno

m to hear when his hard chest pressed against my cloth clad breasts, or how his fingers would sometimes graze at my thigh, in pure intentions of putting me in place, of course, or how his lips were mere inches apart from my pulsating throat, so if he would just lean

is half bent arms and fell back onto the bed with the so

to his eyes, I glanced

az

'm

an to have his ego hurt by apologizing to m

said, trying to sit back up but wh

az

give in to his absurd request. I knew what he wa

fide his secrets to, I was grateful he chose me when one day

ay he told me why he hated

ny as his future, I was grateful when he told me why he d

ar heels to the office since he didn't think they suit me, or perhaps

nd me on the bench, looking all miserable and desperate and offer

secre

n my face ever. I gave my evrything to my work, his

h

the bonus of my hardwork, of course, 'cause nothing comes free

edged my p

the family dinner and didn't like to put down much by his father in front of his own capable sister, but his pride w

t of guilt of working me over office hours, but still, he would be g

y of them, to escape from his indulging mother, knocking at his door for day, and one look at

pany, I was

was his mer

oosing what I actuall

e to say it aloud, much less than feel it, and so I forgot the dreadful fe

grateful for, when he told me he

n: My ste

't have to

ed at his touch. Opening my mouth to stop him,

Kiara,

as he glided them up to the corner of my lips, goosebumps appeari

of his bed as he empowered me yet again, and I swallowed a lump in my throat. "This isn't

hat I want, Hazel. And I know