Channy (Part 1)

Channy inhaled deeply after applying a bold red lipstick to her lips. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a knee-length red skater dress with her natural black and wavy hair loose.

"This is the last time, Channy. This is the last time." She murmured to herself.

Channy didn't know how long she merely stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about her plan for tonight, which brought tears to her eyes.

She immediately closed her eyes and relaxed. She made a vow to herself that she would never cry again. She will no longer waste her tears on someone incapable of fighting and standing up for her. 

Channy closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them again. She took another long breath before grabbing her purse and finding the strength to leave.

It took her 30 minutes to drive from her condo to the hotel where they had arranged to meet. Her phone rang as soon as she walked into the hotel. She instantly scanned the message's content.

The message's contents, "I can't wait to see you," made her heart ache once more.

Channy shook her head and whispered, "This is for the best, heart. This is for your good," she said before putting her phone back in her purse and walking to the hotel room where he was waiting.

As she moved closer to the room, the pain in her heart intensified. And when she was finally directly in front of the door, she wanted to retreat, to abandon her plan, but she reminded herself again.

"You've got to do this, Channy," she told herself. "You must do this." 

But he is your happiness, her heart says, but she ignores that notion and pushes it out of her mind instead. She promised herself she would not act like a fool again and intends to keep that vow.

Channy shut her eyes. She closes her eyes whenever she wants to relax and needs to be calm and collected.

"Don't worry, Channy. You'll be fine. You'll be just fine without him. You can do it!" She closed her eyes again and was about to knock when the hotel room door opened and spat out Rome, the guy she loved, dressed in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his torso.

She had seen and touched his body numerous times, yet she was continually taken aback by how well-built Rome was.

"Like what you're seeing?" Rome asked as he leaned seductively and sexily on the door, which caught Channy off guard.

She sighed as she met his straining eyes. "Won't you even let me in first?" She stated it in a low voice that made Rome grimace, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he drew her close to him, forcing her into the room, and shut the door. Then he gently pushed her towards the closed door, his left hand off the side of her head, and pressed his face against hers as he peered at her.

"Is this about your father again? Did he reprimand you again? Did he compare you to Cassandra again?" Channy looked at Rome with wet eyes instead of responding to his question.

She wanted to push him away and tell him the actual reason she was seeing him, but looking at him, who had a worried expression, made her want to hug him so tightly and kiss him so passionately.

Channy met his gaze. She couldn't help but caress his silky cheek as she peered into his gray eyes.

"Tell me what's the problem, sweetheart," Rome murmured gently, but Channy only shook her head and wiped away the tears she didn't realize were falling. Channy hugged Rome when she couldn't stand it any longer, as if she didn't want to let him go. She then buried her face in Rome's neck and sobbed.

Rome remained silent. He returned her hug, allowing her to feel his warmth. His warmth was something she knew she'd miss.

Channy poured out her emotions. She allowed herself to cry one last time.

How often had she promised herself that she would never cry for Rome again? But now she's crying again, letting her feelings for Rome destroy the strength and courage she'd gathered. How often had she promised herself that she would never again spend her precious tears on Rome? How often did she tell herself that she needed to escape him? She'd lost track. And now she's crying again because of him. 

When will she be able to stop crying because of Rome? She has no idea. But her folly and idiocy must stop right now. This will be the last time she will play the fool for Rome.

Channy stepped out of Rome's hug, cupped both cheeks with her palms, peered at his face, and kissed the tip of his nose. She pressed her lips against his as her right hand went down his neck and into his chest. She stroked his hairy chest and abs till her fingers reached his torso. She teasingly touched the towel covering his lower torso, causing Rome to breathe rapidly.

"Channy..." He uttered his name in a breathy tone when she pulled her face away.

She murmured to him when their lips were only a handful apart. "Make love to me, Rome."

For the last time, she wanted to add, but she stopped herself.

Rome wasted no time. He swiftly claimed her waiting lips, and Channy felt incredibly warm when his lips touched hers. This is how Rome's kisses affect her. Just kissing him is enough to transport her to heaven. She had kissed many guys before Rome, but none had made her feel this way.

While they were still kissing, their hands began to roam on each other's bodies until Channy eventually removed the towel covering Rome's lower body and gripped his lively manhood, which surprised Rome and caused him to bite his lower lip. But Channy was undeterred. It'll be their last, so she'll give it her all.