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We shared a kiss

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We shared a kiss.
You heard me right?

A kiss.

I'm such a dork for seeing thousands of fireworks in front of me as I feel her lips against mine. It may be just another kiss for her but for me, it was everything.
She was the first person who put up with me despite me being a nerd and a loner.
She's silently changing me to improve myself and I can see the changes as I've been confident in myself so far. Before, I would always pretend I didn't care about everybody but would end up super stressed out when I'm alone thinking about why I'm never like the others. Why can't I be as approachable, friendly, competitive, and more? I know I'm good at academics but that's just it. I'm not good enough.

And the inevitable happened.

We made love.
Or it's just me who thinks we did?

She pulled me closer, so close I felt like locking her in my arms forever. Kissing her gently showing her what I feel. And yes, I finally admit to myself that I love her. I do. That this isn't just about friendship anymore. This is more. And though I'm scared of it, I'm willing to explore what it is because she means so much to me.

She was holding me just as much as I wanted to hold her. Like she's trying to cave in washing away her pains and embracing the comforts of my love.

I kissed her lips feeling all her taste, memorizing all its details, feeling all the warmth. I lost it. And she does as well.

As we indulge ourselves with the sweet kiss, our hands find their way to our clothes, instinctively pulling them off away.

I look at her with all the love I had, and as I take her to the realm of the unknown where only the two of us can go, I took her virginity.

I was scared, she cried in my arms when I push it in. All I thought was she's been fooling around with every man she likes temporarily but I was surprised that she didn't allow any man to touch her more than I do.

But why?

Why did she allow me to?

I kiss her tear-stained eyes while I thrust inside her deep, very careful not to hurt her when I already am. Very happy that I was the first. She looks so beautiful. So ethereal. She is my woman.

I want her to be mine. And when I do, I meant FOREVER.

But I was wrong.
Because the moment I woke up, she was gone. It seems like she was never there. I panicked. I run into every corner of my house trying to find where she is but she wasn't there anymore. Even her clothes were gone.

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