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2021-10-16 23:42:06Alejandro was carrying me as if I’m just a light sack of bag, and when we enter his room, he let me seat on the bed.
And I can’t take my eyes off him when his pants drop on the floor and he was now proudly standing at the foot of the bed with his boxers only.
“I feel hot wearing my pants on,” Alejandro said while laughing at my reactions. “Hope you don’t mind.” And now he removed his shirts.
My throat went dry when I saw his well-defined body with his proud eight pack and V-line. “I… I don’t mind at all.” My eyes were still on his proud glory.
I forced my gaze to look back at his face, not on that disturbing thing in his c
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“After our getaway, I will bring you to my house. I need to fix something and you’ll be coming with me. I don’t trust you if I’ll leave you alone here.” He said it while hugging me and he keeps on kissing my lips. I want to protest, but he suddenly kisses my lips if I wanted to open my mouth and speak. And at the end of our conversation slash unlimited kissing. I didn’t say a word. That’s the exact words Alejandro said to me and now here we are inside his car. I should say no, right? Because there weren’t enough words to explain how much I dreaded getting on the plane and fly back to the Philippines to escape and stay away from Alejandro. But the past few days had a dreamlike quality experience that I had with him. A memory worth keeping as if I was inside my dream. We
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"Will you sleep with me tonight, Cameron?"My eyes widened and my heart was about to explode."Fuck!" Alejandro cursed. "That came out completely wrong. What I mean is. Actually sleep, sleep. Just sleeping together in a same bed. I'd like to hold you again. Nothing more, nothing less. Just allow me to hold you again."The idea of lying in his arms, that I can snuggle into his body and tangling my legs with his... It was so compelling that I suddenly wanted it more than my next breath.I toke a deep breath, and nodded.He reached over, took my hand and he simply hold it, our fingers wound tightly. And he leaned back and positioned himself up on his elbow at an angle and then pulled me so I could rest against his chest.We remained that way until some workers came out to light the torches along the beach as dusk deepened and the stars began to pop in the sky.Soft music floated from down the beach where an outdoor lounge area was located. The notes w
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I didn’t sleep that night. Not that I should have come as any surprise to me. I lay awake in my bed, reliving the past. I oath to move on, and yet here I am. I remember when we first met, Alejandro and his pink handcuff when he easily defeated the culprit, and we indeed up laughing together when we found out that we were actually lost in that dark alley. And how he’d swept my feet off into a passionate and all-consuming relationship. From the first day he asked me out, we hadn’t spent a single day apart for several weeks. By the end of the first month of our whirlwind courtship, I finally said yes. And that moment, I experienced how sweet my first ‘I love you is. I had never been quite sure why he’s chosen me. It w
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Chapter 25 I didn’t sleep that night. Not that I should have come as any surprise to me. I lay awake in my bed, reliving the past. I oath to move on, and yet here I am. I remember when we first met, Alejandro and his pink handcuff when he easily defeated the culprit, and we indeed up laughing together when we found out that we were actually lost in that dark alley. And how he’d swept my feet off into a passionate and all-consuming relationship. From the first day he asked me out, we hadn’t spent a single day apart for several weeks. By the end of the first month of our whirlwind courtship, I finally said yes. And that moment, I experienced how sweet my first ‘I love you is. I had never been quite sure why he’s chosen me.
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Chapter 3The culture was overrated. After several hours in the National Gallery, my feet were sore in my kitten-heeled sandals, and my head felt as if it was stuffed with oil paintings. I sank down onto a leather couch facing Botticelli's Venus and Mars and groaned with the relief of being off my feet. Mars was lying back in the painting, covered only by a scrap of a sheet, snoring in post-coital bliss. Venus was fully dressed, fully awake, and looked as if she'd had significantly less fun than Mars. I smiled because I recognized the feeling. Though I had to say that if I were the goddess of love, I'd be out of there as soon as Mars dropped off to sleep.
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Cameron’s“She doesn’t know how to give up, does she?” I murmured as I watched Emma approach our table, unfortunately again. And this time I won’t let her ruined my date night with Alejandro. Once is enough.Alejandro looked up and I can see that he can’t help too heaved a sigh, and I am extremely irritated right now.Why Emma always interrupts us. I didn’t know that she has always a free time pestering us. I believe this is our first time spending together us a lover that’s why I want to us to be alone. After a morning and most of the afternoon in bed, Alejandro and I decided that we had to venture out for our dinner and now Emma is here, circling like a hawk waiting for her prey and I won’t her get what she wants. I also have a claw, but I know where to use it. I wisely choose my battle.I wasn’t jealous. Honestly, Emma wasn’t Alejandro’s type of women, though I suppos
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That didn’t sound like the Alejandro I knew. He was a kind of man who always planned everything to the nth degree. He had schedules, lists, planners, calendars. Alejandro not only worried about tomorrow, but the next year as well. Alejandro led me into his bedroom and motioned me to get into his bed. He hung back, maybe out of deference to me, with obvious unease. I took a deep breath, and I crawled beneath the covers and turned so I’d face away from him when he got in. The bed dipped behind me, and I felt his warmth as soon as he slid beneath the covers. Alejandro moved about for a few seconds and then the next thing I knew, I can feel his breath against my back. Alejandro wrapped one a
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That didn’t sound like the Alejandro I knew. He was a kind of man who always planned everything to the nth degree. He had schedules, lists, planners, calendars. Alejandro not only worried about tomorrow, but the next year as well. Alejandro led me into his bedroom and motioned me to get into his bed. He hung back, maybe out of deference to me, with obvious unease. I took a deep breath, and I crawled beneath the covers and turned so I’d face away from him when he got in. The bed dipped behind me, and I felt his warmth as soon as he slid beneath the covers. Alejandro moved about for a few seconds and then the next thing I knew, I can feel his breath against my back. Alejandro wrapped one a
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