i want him

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Dome's POV

When he went to his kitchen.

Tears slowly falls from my eyes.

I donot know how should i feel for now.

I showed him how i feel and said ilove him.

But even me i cannot understand myself.

Why am i so stressed?

Is it because of him?

I can study with or without him.
No, i am not focused when i do not know how is he?

Mom insists me to stay wiyh Pavel.

Why?

To fulfill the dying wish of dead man?

Is this really what i wanted?

When i am with him i know i want him.

But in a lustful way.
And i know deep insode my heart i love him.

I wiped my tears and sit up straight.
I hold the bracelet he gave me.

Am i too selfish again.

I gave him the freedom.
Yet what i am doing is getting it back.

Binding him again to me.

I sniffed.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked.

He hugged me.

"Hungry?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Dome, you know you can tell me everything" he said.

I did not talk but leaned my head on him and cried.

I am tired of pressuring myself.
I am tired of hiding form my true feelings.
I am tired of making it hard foe us.
I am tired.

I placed both my hands on his neck.

"Love me tonight. Shpw me how much you want me." I whispered.

His grip on me got tighter.

But he pushed me not a harsh push.

"Stop playing with me. Sweetheart." He  said and kiss my forhead.

"I came to check on you, you really need sleep. Dinner will be ready for less thatpn an hour." He siad.

He kissed my forehead again and get out of the room.

I just looked at him. The door is closed behind him.

I layed on my side.

"Yeah crazy Dome, you deserve to be rejected."

I closed my eyes.

And take in what i said.

I tried to sleep.

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Pavel's POV

He is  really making me crazy.

But knowing Dome, i know this hurt for him.

Then i will hearken to what he wants.

Pull me.

Push me.

Make me carzy.

Make me drool for him.

Make me want him.

Yeah, i admit it i am his slave.

30 minutes had passed and the chicken is done. The mushroom cream soup is also ready.

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