All Chapters of Our Hearts Beat For Anne: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Anne He kept himself up with his knees on both sides of me, and in one fluid movement, pulled his shirt off, exposing the rippling muscles of his arms, shoulders, and abdomen. I gulped. Hard! He had tiny beads of sweat running down his chest. I reached out and stopped one of them, earning myself a moan from him. “Anny,” he breathed, straightening on top of me. He held up most of his weight with his left elbow, then used his right hand to softly stroke my cheek. I don’t know if my eyes mirrored his, but the intensity of his gaze had my whole body reaching boiling point. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him ferociously. He returned it with the same vigor, running his right arm all over my body. He grabbed my left boob and squeezed gently. That single action had my knees vibrating. I bit my lower lip to satiate the painful throb of my hardened nipples, arching my back to press it against his naked chest. But my stupid gown and underwear were impeding it. I wanted more. I need

Andrew The housekeepers had told me she left that night. I was worried sick and had kept trying to reach her but I couldn’t. I was going to go off in search of her but mum wouldn’t let me. she pleaded I stayed back cause’ of my leg and the fact it was already dark. She was certain Anny would call before the day ran out. I accepted because I knew she was right. It didn’t make me feel any better though. She’d been left alone. Maybe an emergency came up. I felt hurt too. Anny and I had a beautiful moment that night at the party. Although we didn’t get close after that, something had begun between us. I had been happy and confident about it, till now. If she wouldn’t inform me of sudden departures, then our relationship would be built on weak ground. My mum’s reassurance kept resounding in my ears as the night progressed and yet, no sign or call from Anne. I tried calling Vincent. His wasn’t going either. I simply assumed he was on call. My anxiety level was now climbing the ceiling by

Andrew Sharp pains shot through my body as a bone-crushing blow made contact with my balls. I was hauled backward by its force. I wrapped my palm around it tenderly, nursing it back to normal. My Anne had kneaded me in the groin. She stomped towards me and came to hover over me as I lay on the floor. She was panting profusely while staring daggers at me. It was as if she was daring me to grab her again and see what happens. I was ashamed. I had attempted it again. But this time, I wasn’t drunk. I was fully conscious. There were no excuses as to why I tried to get sexual with her against her will. Even if she had any feeling for me, however small, it must have been wiped out completely by my actions. “Get out,” she said in a low deadly voice. I was too mortified to move. Her words from the hospital, when I’d been admitted for a puncture wound on the neck, resurfaced. She warned me never to attempt this on anyone. She forgave me and even went as far as accepting me as a friend. But

Vincent “That was one bumpy ride,” I heard a lady explaining to a friend that came to pick her up from the airport. Her voice sounded familiar. So, so familiar. It made me swerve immediately in her direction. Of course, it wasn’t Anny. It was the lady that held onto me throughout the plane ride. When the pilot announced the nature of the weather and the experience thereafter, the lady had sprung up from her seat and made her way to mine. She had rushed a quick 'pardon me' before sliding into the seat next to me. Her voice was the first thing I noticed. It sounded so much like Anny’s. She was scared. She had told me that one of her worst fears was to die alone in a plane crash. So, whenever she heard such announcements from the pilots, she attaches herself to someone. When the turbulence began, she had grabbed onto my arm and held on for her dear life, irrespective of the seat belts that kept her in place. She had her eyes tightly shut as if she was expecting the worst to happen. H

VincentI released her hand and stepped away from her. It wasn’t my intent to grab her like that.“I’m sorry,” I apologized.She hesitated for a while before turning. She still had her hand over her belly where I left it. When she did turn, she had a look on her face. I don’t know if it were that of confusion or embarrassment, or both. Whichever it was, she was, as usual, annoying the crap out of me.“You shouldn’t have done that,” I added, trying to caution her behavior.“I’m so, so sorry,” she began apologetically. “I wasn’t thinking. I just saw you from afar and came running to meet you. I thought you were pretending not to see me because I was right in front of you, yet you didn’t acknowledge my presence. I’m sorry, I must be a pest and a nuisance to you,” she said sadly.‘As a matter of fact, you are,’ I thought.“Don’t go about waving into people’s faces. It’s annoying,” I stated.“So, you’re annoyed?” she asked with a smile.I decided not to say anything more to her. Any word le