SamuelMy forehead stays pressed against the wall as the freezing water descends on my body. I don't exactly remember how long I have been inside but I never felt this worse before. I'm angry.I'm ashamed.I feel guilty. Even though all this time, I knew Chrisanna never did anything wrong, I still blame myself for that only moment when I had such the worst thoughts about her and Eric. The last ten days I spent in insecurity before the prom and on the prom night. I can't believe I doubted their relationship even for a second. I hated myself already. Now, I hate myself more. Even today, when I walked inside and saw her being so happy around Eric, my nerves wrenched again, although I have no grudge against Eric either. I never had. I never had this anger on him that I used to have on any other guy who would be close to her. It just made me feel bad about myself that Chrisanna could never breathe in relief around me. Even now. I can sense how careful she is to talk to me. She choo
ChrisannaHis grey orbs tremble with my words, unsure if he heard me right, and I'm wondering if I heard myself right. "Please!" my whisper melts into my mouth as he takes my brims into a passionate kiss again, this time hungrily nibbling them. I slip my hand underneath his shirt through the slit of the first opened button. His hand moves to the back of my head as he clicks the bun open, letting my hair wave down and fisting them to pull me closer. His right arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me against his hard torso, and his left hand fisting my hair to press my mouth against his. I don't move but it already feels like I'll not be able to move any of the parts of my body as he holds me like he doesn't wanna let me go ever again. I can barely breathe. My chest can barely rise due to being pressed against him. And his mouth captures my lips, my nostrils getting blocked by his nose bridge pressed against it. He's definitely gonna kill me breathless today. But a part of me does
Chrisanna"Samuel", I whisper, lying on my stomach and feeling the weight of half of his body on my back. His head is placed on my shoulder and he has his tough protective arms wrapping around me. "Yes, firefly", he softly whispers, kissing my skin and sending a jolt of shiver down my spine as I clutch the bed sheet tightly, my eyes closing shut, a smile rippling on my face. We just made love and the feeling is still fresh and raw, yet the sweet kiss makes me blush even harder. "Samuel", I call him again. "Yes, my little wife", a whiff of mischievousness and affection dripping from his voice."I love you", I say in a heartbeat. His hand stops moving on my skin as his grip stiffens. He's silent and I'm glad I didn't say it looking into his eyes. "You don't have to say it back right now", I keep the smile on. "Because I know you love me. And it's fine if you don't wanna say it back anytime soon or ever. It doesn't matter if you say it or not. Once you said, I deserve actions, no
ChrisannaEmmy sets the laptop aside, exhaling deeply. "I don't think I ever can"She looks at me with a smile. Heartbreaking smile. "Why?" I drag myself close to her and place my hand on hers. "He needs to have clarity, Emmy. He has so many misunderstandings—""But my boy is away from the biggest trauma of his life", her voice breaks and her eyes shiver at me. "I can't do this to him, Chrissie. I know he's different. Isolated. Filled with pain. And I have been trying my best to keep him away from this pain. The hatred he might have for the things I have done— well, the false things his father might have said to him about me— I can bear that. But not the trauma he will go through all over again. He's surely a grown-up man now. But trust me, he's still a little kid inside""I know", I mumble, looking away. "I know that"Her lips curve into a little smile. "I'm so lucky that he loves me. He might be angry with me. But it's a miracle that he didn't end up being a man filled with hatred.
SamuelI was stuck to that woman for two weeks straight and didn't let her go out of my eyes even for a second and the fact I just survived staying away from her for two long ass horrific days is still like a miracle to me. I survived— surprisingly.I couldn't nag her via texting or calling all the time because she was busy planning the big event and it sucked.Undoubtedly, while claiming her to be the clingy one always sticking around me, I have become the clingiest one. All I want is to wrap her up in my sheets and keep her in my arms, cuddle with her, snuggle into her, watch her, tease her and make love to her. And I have been waiting for the event more than Uncle Scott and Aunty Ivanna might be waiting for their own marriage anniversary event."We're really looking forward to the business trip next month", Brandon says. "Me too", I say sipping from the mineral water and darting my eyes at the stairs. Chrisanna hasn't shown up yet when everyone has already done it. Even her pare
ChrisannaI patiently waited for Samuel to come downstairs again. I wanted to chase him but it would worry others. It's been more than twenty minutes since Samuel has left. Unable to control my urge anymore, I surge towards my room since he should be using that washroom. As I enter inside, I don't find him in the room. The washroom door is locked too."Samuel, you in there?" I call him, tapping on the door. He doesn't respond. But I know he's inside and he's not okay. My heart begins to race faster. What happened to him suddenly? "Samuel, it's me. Open the door. Please", I whisper and just then I hear him exhaling deeply. "Samuel!" my voice softens as I lean against the door. "You need some time? I'm right here. I'll be here, okay? You should know you're not alone"The door clicks open and I take my steps back right away. He comes out of the washroom, his gaze lowered and his body stiffened. His face is wet, water drops scattering all over, and slithering down from a few strands of
ChrisannaThe night was exhausting. When I woke up, Samuel was still sleeping. I nuzzle the wide cut just over my elbow under the shower. It's still stinging. I couldn't manage to wrap it with anything but thankfully, there wasn't much bleeding. I turn the shower off and dry myself, putting on the bathrobe. I usually don't use a bathrobe since I prefer just wrapping the towel. However, I don't want Samuel to see that cut. When I come out of the washroom, I find him sitting at the edge of the bed, darting his eyes out through the window. Sunshine straight hits his pale brown skin, causing me to smile at the view. He looks so fine. Always— except when he's not okay."Good morning", I beam. His eyes straight shift in my direction. He stares at me, not blinking his eyes at all as I walk towards him. His thighs automatically part open as I reach closer and position myself in the space, resting my arms on his shoulders with a smile. "Good morning", he mutters as I dip my fingers into hi
SamuelDespite the faded darkness, I watch her eyes shiver. It makes me feel like a culprit, knowing these few words were enough to break her heart. I broke her heart! However, she doesn't react, as if she's waiting for some sort of theory which will usually make this statement false. I gulp down, lowering my eyes since I can't say the rest of the story while looking straight into her eyes. ———"Why do you look so miserable, dude?" my roommate Noel asked when I was staring at Chrisanna's picture, leaning against the headboard. "Let me guess. Missing your girl for the zillionth time?""It's her birthday", I mumbled."Wish her then""I can't""You suck, man! I have known you for two years now. And I thought it was a random whim like any other guy. You literally couldn't move on from this one girl in two years?" he snarled. "It's not a whim. I love her", I zoomed in on Chrisanna's picture which Uncle Scott posted to wish her.It's the latest one. And she looks like such a big girl wi