WENDY: “Isn’t it too soon?” I re-took the passenger’s seat and let Park own his wheel again. He was driving smoothly and quietly until his sudden question halfway from Frederick’s neighborhood put me into a confused state. “What is?” “Falling in love with him.” “With whom?” I coughed anxiously, adjusted nervously, and pulled unnecessarily on my shirt. “No, not at all.” “Oh my! Can you see yourself right now?” Park shook rapidly, imitating how I had acted. “I have never seen you this fickle, man. What is going on?” I gazed at the busy street, trying to make a quick decision and admission to my feelings, yet I failed. I feel great about Frederick. I have never found anyone intriguing or one who ignites my curiosity and who I want to protect and care for as I pump to do for him. It is undeniable that I felt miserable on the days we were unable to face each other, or how happy I felt to receive his message yesterday. I know all this, but there is no conviction if it is a love to
WENDY: The road had no obstacles, which aided my quick and smooth drive. The chilly weather made it more conducive and encouraging to the night ahead. Although it wasn’t raining, the night was freezing, and unlike the first time I took Frederick home with me, he remained awake and forged the road along with me. He smuggled in his seat and occasionally glanced at me. I caught all his stares in smiles, and he kept swooping shyly. I drove into the garage, exciting nothing but the part of me that couldn’t wait to be here. It may seem corny, but I haven’t gone out of boner despite the thirty-five-minute drive back home. I have retained at heart, the kissing and the possibility of doing more tonight. However, minutes after getting home, neither Frederick nor I attempted to leave the car. The sudden silence and stillness between us stiffened and heated to my discomfort. It is beyond my uphold. At this point, I pictured a smooching Frederick and I, or civilizedly, a joint walk into the h
WENDY: I thrutched him to the steering, resurrecting multiple hornings, and we both twitched in surprise and amusement. “Ouch!” He arced his back and feigned hurt, to my delight. He posed not to snigger, and his struggle cracked me up more than the sudden hornings. He smiled at my laugh, and I saw how touched he felt to hear me laugh happily. Frederick ought not to be awed. He has, on numerous basis, made me laugh aloud without implied efforts, which is one of the things that label him special. I pulled him closer and held his waist firmly; with a smooth move, I rolled back the seater, giving us enough room to copulate.Impatiently, Frederick leaned forward and brought his lips against mine again. With his arms over my neck, he ate me tenderly. I don’t remember tagging Frederick as a great kisser. His skills may have gone unregistered or have improved. Whichever one, he is doing wonders with my lips. Henceforth, he earns and deserves the title. “I am curious about something,” I
WENDY: It is 4:26 A.M. I shook Frederick from slumber, but he was too deep asleep to move on my lap. He had shut down right after he thrice confirmed his love for me. He laid his head comfortably on my right shoulder with his legs stretched to the door. His banded hair had loosened out of the tie, and the curls half covered his restful face. I stroke his back warmly as he snored softly. His sweats gummed on my skin, and his fluid from earlier stuck below my abdomen. We both smell like after-sex, but somehow, I love it. Frederick smells natural. It is not a smell that can easily be rooted to roses or candies; it is similar to air, refreshing and enlivening, yet indescribable. “Wen…” He whispered unconsciously, and I smiled over his cuteness. “Can we go in now?” I asked without hope of a response. Frederick looks tired. He should be. After the hectic fight day at school and long sex at night, he should have nothing but weak bones. Carefully, I lifted his naked body and took us o
NICHOLAS: Park and Wendy were entertaining enough. Our togetherness was worthy. They tried to keep me in stay, which I desired, but I couldn’t ditch my job for them; I needed it. I must earn. They are fortunate not to dwell their lives on the scope of daily earnings. I do not wish them such a petite livelihood; perhaps, if they taste a tip of it, they will learn to push me to work at each due time. Nevertheless, I comprehend their insistence. None of them have come to see and know that I am someone who survives on a meager income. I never told them, and I am still unwilling to expose my living is on Mrs. Freyet's wages. There was a time when I had the self-deceit that telling them would keep me at a distance from them. It isn’t true. They are conspicuous rich kids, yet compassionate. However, Park may insist on his dramatic outburst and issue a temporary end, but I know Wendy wouldn’t play such a callous act. Wendy is a solicitous being, the reason I value him more. He knows of my
NICHOLAS: Our kiss exploded. Rahul matched my force and drive. He does want this. As starved as he had been, his kisses couldn’t go tender. I love the roughness and scratches. But I want to listen and adhere to Rahul’s liking this time. Being rough is not him; he may be responding to my wolf, but he remains an adoring sheep. I pulled out of his mouth, and he peered sternly at me. I countered his stricken stare with my softened eyes, palmed his cheeks, and kissed them lightly. “Hey,” my voice coarsed on his skin. “You good?” He is. I only wanted to lift him out of his rousing intensity. He sank into my palm, rubbing his cheek tenderly. He reverted and kissed it. “Yes,” he mumbled. I returned a long kiss to him, and he closed his eyes to the warmth, smiling happily. I moved down to his neck, and when I planted a kiss on it, he vibrated and moaned. There, a sensitive body part of his. I kissed it more, and he reacted indifferently. Rahul's quivers and moans gave me little satisf
NICHOLAS:Under the spouting faucet, I dutifully washed sweat and sperm off our bodies. It was an enthralling sex, one I had never had until Rahul.The satisfaction I had with Rahul had me trapped and refrained. It stimulated numerous thoughts that I joggled with confusion throughout our late wash.Rahul had appeared brittle after the sex. He could barely keep his eyes open, and to ensure he didn’t tire away to sleep, I voluntarily offered a joint shower and took the mantle to wash him up.“All good,” I announced when I found him cleaned and sparkling.“Thank you. Do you need help?”“I got it. Go on.”I sent him to bed for some privacy, to browse for a decision on a quick time alone.I felt good about the sex, real good, yet it didn’t open that part of me. I do not need to prolong the conclusion on the disguise of ‘need time to think.’The answer is known and will remain the same no matter how long I spend under this shower.Well, I will have to live with it. The only proper and sensib
NICHOLAS: “Your lip is torn apart. How could you be alright?” “This is the least of my worries.” I peeped at Greg Bolt and Dr. Waldeen in a close that portrays a mother and son. My vision became fuzzy, and I nearly fainted. How could that be? Greg Bolt, Greg Waldeen? How do they turn out to be the same person? “You worry about my coming?” “Thanks for coming, but you shouldn’t have. It is expository, Mum. You will be making headlines, surely. How am I supposed to handle that?” “Do you implore I stay still when there was a call about your fight and bruises? Forgive me, Gregory, but I couldn’t hold in.” “Why do I think you are here just on hearing the fight?” “Don’t be mean.” “I am not so wrong.” “It is not proper to be called out in the day to see my son turning into a gangster, and Gregory, when have you lost your morals?” Okay, Dr. Waldeen must be dramatic. Greg, a gangster? That is hilarious. “I didn’t know that includes folding hands and getting beaten up. I am sorry fo
Nicholas spent the entire night pleasing Greg and trying not to say anything that had Rahul in it. Greg refused to stop talking about it anyway. He complained about how Nicholas couldn’t stop looking at and admiring Rahul. “You should have hugged and kissed him since you missed him so much,” he nagged. “Babe, I can’t kiss and hug your brother’s boyfriend.” “What if he wasn’t my brother’s boyfriend?” “Then he wouldn’t have appeared to make my fiance so jealous.” “I am not jealous. I am angry!” “Why?” Greg rolled his eyes and thought of the reason he was angry, and when he couldn’t confirm any, he shook funnily, went into the bathroom, and banged the door. "My love..." Nicholas knocked at the door. "Let me join you, okay?" "Go away, and prepare the couch! You will sleep there tonight!" "Sweedy..." "Two nights!" Nicholas couldn’t raise the topic of their tomorrow's supposed wedding. Instead, he waited for weeks until Greg came to terms that Rahul would only be his
GREG: “Attention, ladies and gentlemen,” Nicholas’ voice erupted through the speakers and everyone unleashed their attention to him. “Thank you." “What is he doing?” I asked Frederick. “I hope it is not what I am thinking.” “My name is Nicholas,” he echoed. “Ehh, I am not a public talker; stage fright is real, so please, reduce the attentiveness.” Everyone laughed at his silly humor. “It is happening,” Frederick blurted out. “Yeah, and it is going to be fun.” “Greg…" “Just listen.” Damn it! Frederick is disturbing. “First, I want to thank Mrs. Crown, Mrs. Freyet, Mr. Sam. Ms. Cecilia, Janie, and everyone for coming out today to celebrate the graduates. And congratulations to you all in that deserving gown; you did it!” The graduates cheered and clapped, including me. “Are you seriously clapping?” Frederick asked. “I am a graduate, Freddie.” I twisted to face him. “Okay, what is it?” “We should stop him.” “Why? he is doing fine.” “Wendy said something
GREG: Time flies. A two-week stay-in vacation came and ended in a day. I rolled on every day wishing it would last a lifetime, yet, it didn’t. Each day with Nicholas is an unforgettable experience, and it hurts to see it over. It is alright, I will ask him to marry me. I am graduating soon and will propose then; waiting a few more days to own him forever won’t hurt too much. Nicholas is everything but the one to ask me to marry him. I have insisted on not moving in with him until we are married in the guise of knotting and pushing up his actions, but nothing has happened. He thinks it doesn’t matter. I spend nearly every day with him; what difference does it make? But I want it official. I am dying to upgrade from the boyfriend title, and it is clear the manifestation is my call. I make huge proposals in our relationship anyway; I asked him to be my boyfriend, and since he is waiting I ask him to marry me as well; I will. And I will do it before everyone. Meanwhile, I need t
(FOUR YEARS LATER) NICHOLAS: “You ditched me.” Greg cried. “Is that even possible?” I missed his calls in an early queue for coffee. Getting back to the car, and seeing the notification, I decided to call him after dealing with the morning rush, but here I am, facing a trial of loving him less. “How do you explain missing my calls and still breathing fine?” “I didn’t survive. You are talking to my ghost.” “No jokes.” “Sweedy…” “You do care only about your clinic.” “Tell me to close down this fuvking clinic and I will. Just a word and it is over.” He chuckled at the other end of the phone. “No more fuvking word, Babe.” “I am fuvking trying.” “Fuvking try harder.” I laugh out loud, having a few nurses turn to me in admiration. I am a dentist, a successful one, in my magnificent clinic. I owe this achievement to the Waldeens and Lansey, who have in the past years, become a bosom friend. Despite returning to his country, we kept the communication nourished. My clinic didn’
GREG: Preparation for Granny's late husband’s memorial went on. Since I didn't intend to embark on the trip, Mr. Ben would drive her to the countryside and return to the city. “He should stay all through, Dad.” I pleaded. I couldn’t have her alone in her home. With Nicholas in the city, attending his therapy, and Elena living with the doctors, Granny will have her enormous yard lonely and deserted. “Ben will be needed.” The last trip kept Mr. Ben in the countryside, and whereby I decided to use this holiday for a personal plot, Dad saw no reason Mr. Ben should stay back. “It is a remote area, Dad. Please, she shouldn’t be alone.” “Jerome would be helpful.” “But…” “Assign more help to her.” “Thank you.” I let it be. I comprehend Dad’s choices. Mr. Ben remains his most trusted and cherished driver; sharing him was for me. Dad also knows Mr. Ben has been more than a driver, and for such development, he’d prefer he patrol within my reach rather than away. Jerome dro
NICHOLAS: My joy was evident. It had me doing extraordinary things. I wrote beyond the class lessons and every read textbook and marked my final paper as the best. Last night created that effect; having accessed Greg’s hole more than I hoped for was a grand experience — He was nothing like my past encounters. In addition to the news about Elena, my spirit elevated and circulated the air. Wendy and Park caught up on it and offered to join my visit to her. Greg climbed behind me, with Park and Frederick riding in Wendy’s car, we went to the hospital at the end of the examination. Everyone abandoned the students’ celebration to partake in my life. They chose to participate only in tomorrow’s graduation ceremony for the call to see Elena. We arrived at the hospital, eyes on us. Neatly uniformed D’caprias representatives alongside Greg Waldeen, is a topic and rouse. We got into the exclusive elevator together, against everyone’s curiosity, and ascended to the twelfth floor of the hospi
GREG: “Right now?!” “Hmmm." “We can stay here.” “Do you not want me in your room?” How do I explain his photos on my wall and every corner of my room? “I…” “We can stay here,” he said sadly. “Can I use the bathroom? Your father made me sweaty.” He tried to joke and appear cool, but I saw his disappointment. “I have a towel in my room. Would you like to use it?” “Yes, please.” That is it! Nothing beyond existence can happen. Finding out my obsession will only give me a moment of embarrassment. I turned to Nicholas and tried to warn him again. “Come on, Greg, open the door already.” “You must promise not to laugh or make a mock of me.” “What do you have in there? Nude postcards?” I opened the door to him and as Nicholas saw himself all over my life, he stood speechless. I knew it! He would see me as creepy and obsessive. He walked into the room, looking at the pictures with wide eyes and a mix of admiration. “Say something.” He ogled at me and went
NICHOLAS: My face bleached at the curt reflection of sunlight, and I put out an arm for a shade, yawned, and rose from the pillow. “Arise and Shrink!” Park came loud and disturbing. He lifted the curtains to my face. I didn’t see but could hear in his voice all he had done. “Damn it…” I groaned and held my head from collapsing as I tried to open my eyes but felt them heavy. “Do you need some water?” Park isn’t asking out of care. He is threatening. He is ready to assist my waking with a bowl of water, and if I do not kick out this dizziness, I will have myself drenched and dripping. “Are you alright?” Wendy resonated deeper and consoling yet I was unimpressed. His voice lifted my drowsiness; I opened my eyes to him, leaning against the wall with arms and legs crossed, doubling my incertitude. “What is happening?” I stretched for better sight. “What is this ambush all about?” “Do you feel better?” “Why? Is something wrong with me?” I remember nothing except getti
GREG: Nothing is more satisfying than having Nicholas with me. He has proven his repentance, and if I were to choose, I see no reason for any discussion. All I want is to get back with him. Bringing him to school is secondary; I am not ashamed to voice it. “Where are we going?” I asked as we left the elevator to the building's car park. I know where we should go. We should be in his apartment, making up for the days apart rather than doing a bulky head of talk. “Anywhere.” He said. “Are you sure I can choose?” We indeed needed to talk. But that doesn’t mean we can’t after what I had in mind. If only he agrees I decide, I will lead us to a perfect location. “Greg, please.” Too bad, Nicholas is having it grim and strict. “Okay, serious head, we can drive to D’caprias if all you want to be is focused and determined.” “Shit!” He exclaimed and turned to me in horror. “Stop the car!” “What?!” “Pull over.” “What now?” I pulled to a pathway and Nicholas loosened his seat belt. “W