I struggled against Fourth’s grip as he held both my wrists behind my back. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to burst.
This is Fourth, the man I just cried over, the man my heart wants. This is the man of my dreams! I stared into his eyes, getting lost in those adorable, round eyes of his.
“What are you staring at?” he asked, smacking my forehead lightly with one hand while keeping me locked in place with the other.
I blinked several times, embarrassed. Oh God, is he really not romantic at all? I was just admiring his eyes!
“Let go of me,” I finally said, looking around for Lego, but he was nowhere to be found. Oh no, I’m doomed.
“Really? You want to get off me that bad?” he asked, leaning so close I could feel his breath on my face.
I swear if he doesn’t kiss me soon, I might just bite his lips!
“I... erm... Fourth, let go,” I mumbled, pretending to insist. To my surprise, he actually let go, freeing me from his grip.
I stood there, feeling both confused and shy. I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to leave. Maybe going back to Pahn was the best option.
“You’re leaving?” he asked, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. At least he was trying to stop me, right?
“I just came to check on you, and you’re fine, so... I’ll go now,” I said, feeling a sharp sadness as I turned to leave. Deep down, I wanted him to stop me. I wanted to stay, but only if he asked me to.
As I walked toward the door, tears fell from my eyes without warning. Why was I crying? Why didn’t Fourth do anything? My thoughts were spinning so fast that I didn’t notice the mat on the floor. I tripped, but before I could hit the ground, strong arms caught me.
“F-Fourth…” I stuttered, as he steadied me and gently wiped my tears with his thumb.
“You’re making it hard for me to let you go,” Fourth said, his voice low as if he were scolding me. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
I shook my head, unable to find the right words. He grabbed my wrists again, pinning me against the wall, my hands held high above my head. Without warning, he pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss started slow, tender, but it felt so intense, so full of emotion that it made my heart ache.
I forgot how to breathe as I kissed him back, our lips moving together in a desperate rhythm. The sound of our lips smacking filled the air, and when he deepened the kiss, I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped me.
And then, just like that, he pulled away.
“Follow me,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me toward his car
As we drove, worry crept up inside me. “W-Where are you taking me?” I asked, glancing at him, my face still burning from the kiss, my lips sore but wanting more.
He placed one hand on my thigh while steering the car with the other. “I don’t know. I just want to go somewhere quiet, just the two of us.”
His words sent a shiver through my body. I felt nervous, excited, and aroused all at once. My heart raced again, but this time it wasn’t from fear. It was from something deeper, something I didn’t fully understand yet.
I trusted him. I let him take me wherever he wanted to go.
After what felt like forever, we arrived at a beautiful beach house. The waves crashed softly against the shore, the sand looked golden under the setting sun, and the breeze was gentle. Everything was perfect.
Fourth stepped out of the car and went to the trunk. He pulled something out and then walked over to my side, opening the door for me. I was about to step out when he handed me a bouquet of flowers.
Am I dreaming? This can’t be real. This can’t be Fourth! Someone pinch me, no, wake me up!
Tears welled up in my eyes again, and I didn’t even notice them until he wiped them away with his thumb.
“Why are you crying?” His voice was soft, almost too gentle for someone like him.
He helped me out of the car, holding my hand as he led me toward the beach.
“You... you actually care about me?” I asked through my sobs, my voice breaking.
“I don’t just care,” he said, his tone serious but soft. “It’s more than that.”
“More?” I repeated, my heart fluttering with hope, excited for his answer.
“We’ll talk about that another time,” he said, dodging the question.
Just minutes ago, he was being romantic, but now he didn’t want to talk about his feelings? Why does he always do this?
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