Semua Bab Love in the Time of Quarantine: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I am bored. Like, pull-my-hair-out, scream-into-a-pillow bored. Being unemployed is definitely not for me, especially stuck in this apartment 24/7. I’m going absolutely stir-crazy. I hate watching TV unless it's p**n, and I only browse online to keep up with recipes or food trends. When I'm not working, I’m surfing, hiking, biking, or playing tennis. I thrive on social interaction, cooking, and being outdoors. This situation is torture—I literally have nothing to do.I must be annoying the hell out of Kent, but surprisingly, he's been pretty chill about everything. Probably because of all the sex we're having. Turns out Kent loves when I channel my frustration into thoroughly fucking him—in the morning, at lunchtime, before bed. He might actually be a bigger sex addict than I am.Something unexpected happened recently, though: Kent started sleeping in my bed every night. Initially, this was strictly a friends-with-benefits arrangement. He was clear from the start—this was about helping

When Cole had his little mini panic attack about money, all I wanted to do was pull him into my arms and fix everything. It’s what I seem to want more and more lately—just making Cole happy.It’s…weird. We’ve been friends ever since we became roommates, and yeah, we’ve had plenty of good times. But this sudden urge to protect him, care for his feelings as much as his body? That’s completely new territory.Well, okay, maybe not completely new. I felt something similar when I thought Stephen and I were in love. But that’s absolutely not what’s happening here. I’m definitely not falling in love with Cole. Absolutely not. We made our arrangement perfectly clear: strictly friends with benefits.I just really enjoy spending time with him. Always have. He’s hilarious, charming, smart, and devastatingly sexy. And the sex? Fucking mind-blowing. The man has the biggest cock I’ve ever personally encountered, and he knows how to use it (add claps between each word for emphasis!).Sure, it probably

It takes about twenty minutes to get from Zoom’s headquarters back to our apartment. Kent follows closely behind, parking next to me, and is already at my door before I can even unfasten my seatbelt. He jerks the car door open, immediately leaning in to kiss me fiercely.A deep moan escapes me as his tongue slips into my mouth. His fingers knot tightly in my hair while his other hand wraps gently but firmly around my throat, and heat rushes straight to my cock.Kent pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips. "What’s gotten into you?" I gasp, breathless and grinning, not complaining one bit.“You,” Kent growls, his eyes dark and filled with raw hunger. “Seeing you in that fucking chef’s coat, those tight jeans hugging your ass. Your arms, so jacked from working out. God, Cole—you’re tan, scruffy, sexy as fuck, and all I can think about is your big cock stretching me open."He holds my gaze as he hurriedly unbuttons and unzips my jeans, releasing my already throbbing cock.“Fuck,

I stare at Kent, disbelief clouding my thoughts. "What do you mean you're not my boyfriend? Of course you are."Kent looks directly into my eyes, something fragile flickering beneath the surface—like he's pleading for understanding, terrified I'll push him too far, yet equally desperate that I won’t pull away.“Cole, that's not what we agreed. We’re friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. That’s it,” he says softly, but there's an edge to his voice—fear hidden beneath a forced casualness.Shock grips me. Nearly a year spent together: waking up in each other’s arms, lazy afternoons cuddling on the couch, calling each other sweet names. Nearly a year of intimacy, of deepening trust. And he's dismissing all of it just like that?“Yeah, we started that way,” I reply, pleading openly with him. “But things changed. We changed. Kent, we’ve been practically a couple for a year. I know you've developed feelings for me. Even going back to work, seeing old friends—you've never looked elsewhere. You'

That kiss with Kent left me completely shaken, but I couldn’t let myself give in. It’s true I had errands planned for the day—returns at the post office, an oil change, dry cleaning—but nothing pressing. Nothing I couldn't easily put off.Yet, I couldn't stay.Changing my plans, even for Kent, would’ve been a boyfriend move, not something a casual fuck buddy would do. If that’s what Kent wants, fine—I’ll keep it casual. But I won’t let myself get caught again. I won't change my day, my life, or myself just to ease his guilt.Because that’s all it is. Guilt. He realized he hurt me, and now he's trying to patch it up with sex. But that's not enough anymore. Not for me. I want someone who cares. Someone who loves me. Someone who sees my heart—not just my body.But that’s not Kent.So, I’ll steel my heart and keep this strictly physical. No tenderness, no gentle caresses, no whispering sweet words. He wants sex—I'll give it to him—but it won’t be with my heart.After four hours of driving