My Unrequited Love For My Guardian

but we were both in need of affection, and the drinks we had earlier certainly played a part in our deci

path from the base of my neck down to the small of my back. With eyes closed and teeth gen

rp intake of breath from me. As his hand inched closer to my most intimate parts – still aching, drippin

smile, I nodded in agreement, still riding the high of our previous encounter. "One mor

ick hovered above me, draped in the same sheet that covered my trembling for

nt shivers of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a primal desire within. As his lips worked their magic, his hand found it

ery need. But hidden beneath my facade of compliance lay a hunger for somethi

yet I remained silent, bound by shame and inhibition. And so, I surrendered to

er, setting my skin ablaze with desire. With each tender caress, he ignit

tration bubbled within me, craving a touch more primal, a passion more intense. But Patrick, ever t

gasp, I tangled my fingers in his hair, hoping against hope that today would be different, that today he would explore me fully, that today – after a long gap, he would eat me out like I want to be devoured. But

uch thoughtfulness, but deep within me, a restless longing stirred. I've been accustomed to being treated with tenderness and affection, but now I yearn for someth

tion, leaving my desires unspoken and unfulfilled. I found it hard to voice any dissatisfaction, especially when he always ensures I reach climax. Though he refrains from certain intimate acts, I've n

while the air conditioner cooled the room. Patrick covered me u

trick, I hadn't been with another man or even gone out for a drink with one. But tonight was di

should have. One thing led to another, and we ended up renting a room. I fel

it either. After it was over, an awkward silence settled between us as we both came to terms with what we had do

read. When he came out of the shower, I waited anxiously for him to speak. Knowing myself, if Patrick asked to resume our relation

y clothed and enveloped in complete silence. As the quiet started to weigh hea

finished the thought for

ders. He chuckled quietly and said, "Let's be honest, Harp. We were never meant to be together. As much as we care f

ch other. Perhaps what they say is true: opposites attract. In our case, we were too much

d, though. I mean, we could have made a nice couple if o

ago vanished in our honest conversation. Patrick was a nice guy, and I

arrival, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him or his girlfriend two nights in a row. Despite my inclinat

ply, I knew he had read the message. Before parting ways at the hotel, we exchanged promises to meet again soon-but under different circumstances. Deep down, we both knew

ouple more hours, and Eva's return time was uncertain. As I stepped in, the aroma of cooking filled the air, signaling that

couldn't help but inquire,

awaits! From appetizers to the main course, and of course, i

to such lengths before, not even for my birthdays or when I achieved milestones like entering university. Yet, here he was, catering to Eva's pr

had slipped away unnoticed. Cursing softly, I hurriedly changed into a simple ensemble-a white crop shirt paired with jeans. A touch of lip gloss and my hair tied up in a casua

nine laughter mingling with Atlas's voice echoing from below. Part of me hesi

h, sharing intimate moments over glasses of wine. Atlas's arm encircled her shoulders, his whispers and gentle kisses

he solace of my room. But before I could act on that impulse, Atlas's voice rang out, pulling me back to the ha

ess skin and enviable figure, accentuated by the royal blue skirt that hugged her curves just right, left me feeling envious. Each detail of her ensemble, from the sleek black heels to the way her hair fell effortl

erie, jolting me back to reality as I stood there, grippin

deeply. It was a happiness I hadn't witnessed before, and the re