เข้าสู่ระบบ*Kiera* The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the park where our company event is in full swing. Laughter and cheers fill the air, punctuated by the crack of a bat and the thud of a ball hitting the grass. I shift in my seat on the bleachers, scanning the field for Will. He’s out there, looking every bit the part of a charismatic CEO, complete with his sandy hair slightly tousled from the breeze and that killer smile that can light up a room. Beside me, Colin leans back, arms stretched out, as he watches the game unfold. He is fairly new, and has been a breath of fresh air at the office, always ready with a joke or a sarcastic quip to lighten the mood. Today, he’s in a vibrant Hawaiian shirt that matches his easygoing attitude. He nudges me playfully, “You see that swing? He’s got some serious talent.” I chuckle, though my gaze remains glued to Will, who stands at the plate, bat in hand, eyes focused intently on the pitcher. “He’s just showing off,” I reply, my he
*Kiera* “Okay, what exactly did he say?” Marissa takes the beer and two jumbo soft pretzels I offer her as we navigate through the throngs of excited basketball fans. It's the first home game for the Knicks in a while, and the buzz in Madison Square Garden is electric. “Did you hear that?” I ask Frida, pointing to the court, where players are warming up. Frida’s eyes light up, her face painted with a bright pink heart, and I can’t help but smile as I see her excitement. “Yeah, yeah, we heard it,” Marissa rolls her eyes playfully, adjusting the Knicks cap perched on her head. “But seriously, what did he say?” I thank the concession stand attendant, slipping our bottles of water and a bag of cotton candy into the backpack attached to Frida’s wheelchair. Giving her a gentle push, we weave through the crowd toward our seats. We’re early enough to catch the tail end of warm-ups, and I can’t wait to see Frida’s reaction when the game starts. “So, did he give any indication of how slow
*Will* She opens her mouth to speak just as the waiter appears. “Hey there! How are we doin’ over here? Oooh, looks like we’re still working on those mains. Can I get either of you a refresh on your drinks?” “We need a minute,” Kiera says, her gaze locked on me. The waiter looks confused, “But you called me over…” “Sorry about that,” Kiera cries. “We need a fucking minute. Please and thank you.” The waiter disappears, and I can’t help but smile. She groans, dragging a hand over her face. “Fuck, that was so rude.” “I’ll tip him generously,” I reply, still smiling. Kiera doesn’t smile. “You were saying?” “We can’t go backwards,” I repeat. “Whatever hand of fate led us here, we are here. We’re in this moment. We’re married, sharing custody of a child … and you’re in love with me. If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to see if I could maybe figure this love out too.” Slowly, she shakes her head. “What if you can’t? Will, I won’t survive it …” I take some cash
*Kiera* What the actual fuck is happening right now? I glare across the table at Will. “What are you doing?” “I think the technical term is flirting.” I blink, my vision spinning like I just took a punch to the fucking head. There are a lot of thoughts and emotions swirling in my mind, but only one coherent word pops out. “Why?” He shrugs, taking a sip of his beer. “This is a date, right? We’ve never been on a real fancy date before. I know it was orchestrated by Candy, and I know we have an audience, but I’m still here with you, sharing this nice meal. It’s customary to flirt on a date, no?” I groan, sinking back in my chair. “Will, come on. I don’t need you to pity flirt with me. That’s just fucking depressing.” He arches a brow. “What pity?” “I don’t want you flirting with me because you have to or because you think it’s what you’re supposed to do on a date.” “Then when am I allowed to flirt with you?” I’m fucking reeling. “What?” He gestures around. “If
*Will*As we are eating, listening to the entertainment of the event I can’t help but thinking about me and us… how I feel about everything.And I’ve researched the term Demisexuality. It’s under the asexual spectrum, a rather broad term, covering everything from those who seek no sexual touch ever to people who engage in casual sex sometimes and those who may not express sensual feelings until a deeper relationship is established first.The more I read, the more the label seems to fit me. The article last night talked of primary versus secondary sexual attraction. Apparently, primary attraction happens at first sight. You can look at a person, even a stranger on the street, and feel attracted to them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that before. Aesthetically, I may look at someone and admire their beauty. But I admire them with the same feeling of joy or excitement as seeing a sunset or a stag standing in the snow.I glance across the table at Kiera again. Aesthetically, she’s very plea
*Will*I’m dressed in a tailored suit, the fabric smooth against my skin, and I can’t help but feel a mix of nervous energy and excitement as I check my reflection in the mirror. Kiera is in the other room, probably trying on the beautiful dress I know she picked out for tonight. Candy, my company’s PR manager, has gone all out with the planning, ensuring that everything is just right for this high-profile event. The goal is simple: to showcase our ‘perfect’ marriage to the world yet again.But tonight isn’t just about the facade. It's about Kiera, and I genuinely want her to feel special. I want her to see that I’m not just a man playing a role… I’m someone who admires her, who feels drawn to her in ways I never expected.“Will! How do I look?” Kiera’s voice brings me back to the moment, and I turn to see her stepping out of the bedroom, a stunning red dress clinging to her curves perfectly. The fabric shimmers under the soft glow of our apartment’s lights, and my breath catches.“Yo
*Kiera* As we pull into the parking garage, a surge of excitement washes over me. The last couple of days feels like a montage of joyful moments, and I can hardly wait to see how Frida will bloom with Webby. I glance at her, and her face is lit up with that same infectious grin, the anticipation p
*Will*The afternoon sun streams through the hotel room's large window, casting a warm glow across Frida's beaming face as she cradles the tiny golden retriever puppy in her lap. I can’t help but smile; her joy is infectious. The fluffball, with its oversized paws and floppy ears, seems to be just
*Kiera*The morning sun spills golden light into our hotel room, filtering through the sheer curtains and warming my skin. I stretch, taking a deep breath, and the remnants of last night’s laughter bubble up within me. Frida is asleep beside me, her teddy bear cradled tightly in her arms. I can’t h
*Kiera* The energy in the limo is electric as we glide down the Los Angeles streets after the movie has finished, the city lights twinkling like stars. I can’t stop smiling, my cheeks still aching from all the laughter we shared on the red carpet. Frida is buzzing beside me, her eyes wide with del







