JULIEAs he promised me that he will try to control his anger and also try to teach me in a different way so that I can understand easily and I do not zone out. He teaches me in exactly the same way. He explains to me with examples, in order to make me understand because of this I become so eager that I forget or ignore the noises around me. I listen to him very carefully, understand the question and remember the formula together and try to solve the question as I do alone and show him the fit.He holds my notebook and scans it while I wait for his answer, quite impatient to hear him. I have tried a lot to establish this focus. If I still make a mistake or disappoint him, I will be very upset. I do not want to upset him. "Yeah, that's perfect. You solved it well," he says with a smile, putting the notebook down. My lips stretch out in a grin and I nod quickly. "Thanks!" I utter, wanting him to know that his efforts worked out for me. "No need to thank me. You have worked hard on
NICHOLAS She is empathetic, I know that. When I told her that I am hungry because I have not eaten anything since morning, I could see how her eyes held sadness for a moment. That was the last time I ate something in the morning and since then I have been so busy that I did not get a chance to eat anything. I know she tried a lot to talk to me since morning but fate did not leave me alone for her today even for a moment. And seeing her sadness, I was also forced to feel upset, probably because of our mate bond. But even if it was not a bond between us, I would have felt sad for her. To be honest, I do not like to see her sad. Yesterday also I could not see tears in her eyes. But I wanted to put that formula in her mind because it could help her a lot. I thought she might not have understood my rough manner as she told me yesterday but this morning she proved me wrong by solving all the answers. It was wow. I was proud of her. I still am. She is so unexpected sometimes. Even no
It is said that the perfect man of the world does not exist. But I think that's a lie. They may never have seen or met a perfect man, but I have seen him and met him. He is currently standing in front of me and is cooking. He does everything very expertly like a chef and I can't get tired of watching him. At first, I was very worried and embarrassed that I was asking the guest to cook food in the kitchen of my house but now I do not find this decision wrong now, at all. I feel as if I have blessed myself by allowing him to cook. He not only walks and talks with grace, but also lifts the spoon with grace. He cuts vegetables beautifully. He washes the chicken very hotly and I probably cannot get tired of praising him. "Can you pass me some butter?" He asks, snapping me out of my thoughts and admiring-him session. As I was beholding myself with my elbow perched on the surface of the marble counter and my face resting in my palm, I could not help but lose my balance when he spoke in
JULIEHolding the clothes that I found for Mr. Taylor, I make my way down to his room. I asked him to stay in our guest room which is right next to mine, before dad's room. I knock on the door of his room before I enter. He said he would be in the bathroom, taking shower so I do not wait for his permission. I put the clothes on the bed and make my way out. The condition outside is still the same. I do not know how long it is going to take. Thank god, dad is not traveling outside. I go to my room to sleep when a loud roar of nature makes me shiver in my spot. I sit straight, breathing heavily. I hate storms. I hate them too much. They scare so hard. I have astraphobia. And that too because when I was small, I faced a very horrible side of it. Another time it roars and I jump on my bed. My heart starts beating faster and I suck the air greedily. My brain starts replaying the memories of my childhood in which I was drenched in aggressive raindrops pouring down on me. I was so engross
NICHOLASJulie was looking a little nervous before going to sleep. I could understand her nervousness but I had already asked her. She said that she has no problem. She had faith in me and I did not want to break her trust by doing something wrong.My wolf respected that, too. But she was not nervous that she had to sleep with me. I did not even understand the reason at that moment but now I understand. When we lay comfortably, she kept a distance between us. A safe distance. But now. She was clinging to me. She was cuddling with me and her grip was tight. I peer down at her. Half of her face is curtained by her dark hair as some strands caress them. Her window is slightly opened like always and the moonlight entering from them is falling on her face, making it glow under it. She has a fair texture that makes her look like a small white kitten. She is facing me. Her cheek is pressed against my chest. Her legs cage me. Her leg is above me and her arms are wrapped around my torso.
JULIEI know it was too blunt. I know I was too bold but I do not want to step back now. I am too occupied to do that. Whenever he is this close, I lose the ability to think properly. I just blush hard every time we are this close and right now, this is a lot more than being close. I do not avert my gaze from his. His eyes are not usually this dark. They are darker than usual. And I am loving each shade of his eyes — this, too. I want him to touch me so badly. Want to feel how good it feels to be touched by someone you like unreasonably so much. The heat between my legs grows when he leans closer and I stop breathing that moment. His hand starts sliding down my thighs — my inner thighs, and I feel my heart thumping so badly inside my chest. "Are you sure?" He asks again, his face is so close to me that I can feel his hot breath hitting my lips which are parted and sliding due to the contact of his wide and hot palm to my bare inner thighs. I know he has my shorts gathered up near
JULIE I am guilty. So much. I am repenting after doing all the bad things. I am ashamed of myself. What would Mr. Taylor be thinking of me now? I asked him to sleep with me last night. He trusted me and slept with me but the next morning I was so uncontrollable in the joy of being around him that I asked him to touch me. How shameless am I?! What would he be thinking of me now? Am I a shameless girl under the guise of an innocent face? Am I a whore? Is there no such thing as shame in me? I asked my professor to touch me in a place where I have never even touched myself! Oh no! I do not want him to think that way about me. With a lot of difficulties, I got rid of hatred for him from my heart, saw his good side, and showed my good side to him but now everything seems to be getting worse. Will everything really be as before? It is not that I want to promote this thing, but the simple things that are between us — that is just a normal relationship, I do not want that simple re
He walks ahead while I follow him silently, secretly watching his back and admiring his muscular physique. He has an amazing body. I wish I could look at the skin hidden under that shirt as well. We leave the house and text my dad about it so he won't be distressed about it and call me in the middle of the class. Mr. Taylor walks to his car and I follow him. He opens the door for me so I can get inside. He follows his side and then together we ride to the college. He stays silent. He does not speak. I, too, respect his wishes and do not speak much. Well, I do not even feel like uttering anything in front of him because of this morning. It is not like I am regretting it now. But it is so awkward that we did something like that though we are not even sharing a serious relationship. Oh my god! He does not even know about my feelings for him, does he? Our destination arrives and I wish him a great day before going out. I see him parting his lips like he wants to say something but the