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 for not being pr
GREG:It aches. My head hurts. The aftermath of yesterday’s school turmoil kept me bedridden and contemplating the prospect of school until 7:17 a.m.At this hour, Mum and Dad would be out of the house, and Rose would be on her preparation and likely to leave the house before me.Unfazed by my potential lateness or that I may be keeping Mr. Sam at the bus stop, I placed my primary concern on the situation at school.It is sickening to indulge in a fight, but I do not regret defending myself, and that part feels brave.Larozo has always been a pest to everyone at school. His persistent animosity and troubles weren’t surprising, but involving Faruk, the half-African boy, was unexpected.Faruk joined Larozo in attacking me, hurling insults and ordering me out of the shower room, and expecting I heed them out of fear.Not in my afterlife. Why would I leave the shower room when I haven’t gotten the chance to strip after the hectic Gymnastics class? Why should I do so on their command?“I do
GREG: “I will go to school now,” I said to the baffled Mr. Ben, who didn’t know what I intended to do after walking into the car. I bothered little about my lateness since Frederick’s scholarship remains intact. Dad had listened to my pleas. It took only a minute of his call to get Frederick back into the beneficiaries, and further, he offered to cover his entire academic expense up to his education aspiration. Dad has taken an absolute interest in Frederick. I stepped out of my shell to appear in his company for the first time. So, there is every reason to take wild involvement in him. “Do you want something else?” Dad asked when I announced my departure. I could ask for more, getting the rude receptionist fired or having Larozo expelled, but both are a little extreme. “No. That will be all.” James would seize the opportunity to demand a new car or a vacation for a cool-off. I smile at the thought of him. We haven’t been communicating often since his absence until yesterday.
GREG: “We need to talk.” Nicholas’ words resonated like a spell despite the command it holds. I strangely lost my voice and stared at him, just as happy as I was to see him. I was mad at him. I remember I was. But why? I can’t recur or feel anything except my heart reaping in joy to see him. He pulled me along, and I followed him to wherever. I heard Frederick’s gasps and one from everyone else in the classroom, but Nicholas was too fast to take me out of the class before I could turn to see their state. Other students in the hallway didn’t hide their expressions; they hawked and squeaked at our pass. It suddenly became a viral view, and as we walked past each student, they lifted their phones in a hurry to gossip about it on the school platform, which I strictly refused to join. I regret it now. I wish I had joined. I would’ve known if Larozo had seen my development with Nicholas. He should be aware; that would be the befitting punishment for him. Having Nicholas with me in thi
NICHOLAS: Who said we should follow our heart? How does one suggest following the stupidest and most confused part of the body? I had been sorting my heart all night, not knowing where to find solace and refuge till I left the sleeping Rahul in his big bed. Rahul is not wrong now; it is not going to end well. But I do not want to hurt him. If it could be easy to kiss memories to the abyss, I wouldn’t think twice about doing it for him. I wish Rahul wouldn’t have memories of me. I want his ability to stay happy and stable without living in the memory of us. The truth is, it is not just about Rahul; I am aching and withering. It is hard to let him go. He has made my life engaging these past months, and I dread to cut off ties. But I must walk away for his sake and mine. About following one’s heart, I refuse to agree to such nonsense. If it was the best guide, it means nothing but to follow Rahul and Greg. I could keep them both and maybe introduce a polygamous healthy relationship
NICHOLAS: I rode with Greg out of the school to the farther bus stop, where he requested I end our little road trip. I understand his plight, his hiding from me. He is keeping his anonymity, and I wonder how long he would keep that zipped. He can seal it forever if he intends. I do not care about him being a Waldeen. I enjoy our hitting off under the cloak. If he had known I was aware of his identity, we may not be progressive out of ill record. My profile of only wanting and sleeping with the rich boys of D’caprias doesn’t go without fame. Either of us revealing his identity may joggle his interest and belief. He might think I approached him solely for his money, causing a dent in my sincerity. I do not need to explain it is not all true. I never wanted these boys because of their money. I had wanted them close and clad enough to find the boy I had been seeking. Trust me, a day hasn’t passed without a slide in thoughts about the boy. Well, you could say I lie now. Having Rahul a