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作者: Um_royhan
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Lena.

I knew the storm was coming before it hit. You could smell the wet earth, power lines, and something electric in the air. The kind of storm that creeps in sideways, making you feel like you’re holding your breath long before the thunder even starts.

I was curled up on the living room couch with a throw blanket, scrolling aimlessly, not really reading anything. And he was at his usual spot at the dining table, laptop open, sleeves rolled, brows furrowed in concentration.

Then the power went out. The refrigerator stopped humming, the lights died, and everything inside the house stilled.

And then the sky cracked open.

I looked over at him. He didn’t move.

“You good?” he asked, voice low and calm like he’d been waiting for this.

“Yeah,” I said, though I wasn’t sure what “good” meant anymore.

He stood, moved past me, and disappeared down the hallway. I heard a drawer open. Then the scrape of something metal. When he returned, he had a small lantern and a box of candles.

“Generator
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  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    10

    1Lena. I didn’t sleep.I lay in his bed, his sheets still warm from where our bodies had tangled hours earlier, my legs still aching from how hard he’d taken me in the kitchen. But my mind wouldn’t shut off.Not with what he said still echoing in my chest.It’s nothing.He didn’t mean it. I know that now. I felt the way his hands shook when they touched me. I heard the way he said my name like it held weight in his mouth. He meant everything, he just didn’t want anyone else to know.And that… that’s the part I couldn’t shake. But I understood.The silence wasn’t romantic anymore. It was a space filled with things we didn’t want to say out loud. The choices we were pretending we didn’t have to make.When the clock glowed past midnight and the house finally felt still, I rolled out of bed and padded barefoot down the hall.His light was still on.He was sitting at the kitchen table, elbows on the surface, fingers laced behind his neck like he’d been holding his head up for hours. He di

  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    9

    9Lena. I was barefoot in the kitchen, one of Michael’s shirts clinging to my still-damp skin, a coffee mug in hand while I watched him move around like we hadn’t just crossed the line we’d both been tiptoeing for weeks. He was making toast, talking about something he saw on the news, and I was trying not to let it show that my thighs were still sore from the way he’d held them last night and my chest still flushed every time I looked at him.Then the front door opened.I blinked. He stopped mid-sentence. And that’s when we heard the voice.“Oh my God, this house smells like lemon polish and old books.”I turned toward the living room just in time to see her.Tessa.Tessa, my old roommate, with her messy bun and pink-tinted sunglasses and loud presence that always arrived two seconds before she did.She walked in like she owned the place, laughing, a tote bag slung over one shoulder and iced coffee in her hand. I froze. Michael froze. And then she saw me.Saw me standing in the kitche

  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    8

    8Lena. I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.He stayed in his room or left the house altogether. I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. I told myself I didn’t care.I cleaned up the mug and swept the shards off the floor and threw the pieces away. My hands shook the whole time.I sat on the couch for hours after, trying to write, to distract myself, but my thoughts kept circling the same damn drain.He wanted me. Then he didn’t. Then he did. Then he disappeared again.And I… I was somewhere between furious and aching.The worst part was I missed him, missed his voice, missed the way his body had felt on mine. In mine.I hated that I missed him.By the time the sky turned pink and then darkened to navy, I was curled up on the couch with a blanket and a headache, wondering if I should just leave altogether. Maybe it would be easier if I just packed a bag and got the hell out of his orbit.I didn’t hear him come in. I just heard the soft creak of floorboards behind me.I didn’t turn a

  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    7

    7Lena. I woke up alone.His bed was still warm, the sheets crumpled beside me, the scent of him thick in the air. I reached across the mattress anyway, hand grazing the empty space where he’d been just hours ago. It was stupid, I know. But I did it anyway.I stayed there for a while, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell had just happened.I’d wanted him. For weeks. Hell, maybe longer. And last night… it happened. Finally. Completely.Except now it felt like it was already unraveling.The clock read 9:47 AM. I could hear movement downstairs of faint clinks, footsteps, the familiar opening and closing of the fridge. So he hadn’t gone far. Just… gone from me.I debated staying upstairs and hiding out all day like a coward, but I’d never been good at pretending nothing happened. And I hated silence more than awkwardness.Still, when I walked down the stairs, barefoot in his oversized hoodie and nothing else, the tension in the air was brutal. Thick and quiet

  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    6

    6Lena. I waited until the house was silent.Not because I was afraid someone might hear. No one would. It was Michael and me here, like always.I knocked once on his door.He didn’t answer at first. There was a long pause, a shuffle of feet, then the creak of the floorboards. The door opened slowly.He stood there shirtless, in gray sweatpants, hair slightly messy like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. His eyes met mine, and I saw the surprise flicker and fade. Something else replaced it. Stillness. Heat. Caution.“Lena,” he said softly.“I couldn’t sleep,” I said.He didn’t say anything.I stepped past him and into the room. It smelled like cedar and something clean, masculine, and so him it made my skin tighten. He shut the door behind me and turned slowly, watching me like he wasn’t sure what this was, but he knew.I reached for the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head.He took a step back like it physically hit him. “Lena—”“I’m not changing my mind,” I

  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    5

    5Lena. Michael was the one who asked me to come. That surprised me.“Groceries,” he said, like the word explained everything. “I’ll need help carrying.”I didn’t argue or joke. I nodded casually, even though the thought of being in public with him made my stomach coil in ways I didn’t expect. I wore jeans that hugged, a tank that dipped, and a denim jacket just for the illusion of modesty. When I walked into the living room, he looked up from where he stood by the door, and for a second, his eyes stayed on me a little too long.But, as always, he said nothing.He drove with one hand on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road and silence between us. It should’ve felt awkward. It didn’t.At the store, we moved easily like we’d done this a hundred times, a strange kind of domestic. I tossed things into the cart, he caught them without looking. He read labels, I made jokes. We didn’t touch, but we kept bumping into each other in small, stupid ways. His elbow brushing mine at the dairy aisle.

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