I close the door as slowly and cautiously as I can so my mom won't listen to me.I've already checked it out. She's completely asleep. With the pills she takes before going to bed, there's no one to wake her up. My brother's not home. He always goes out at night when Mom's already asleep. I don't know what he'll do while he's out, he never wanted to tell me when I ask. He always makes me swear I won't say anything to Mom and I'll keep my mouth shut. I end up doing it because maybe later I can use that to my advantage.I go back to my room and lie down on the bed.How am I going to do that? How am I supposed to take my picture?I have so many doubts and questions. I wish he was here to help me.The shrill sound my phone makes when a message arrives pulls me out of my self-absorption. I get up from my position and sit on the bed so I can pick up the phone from my bedside table.When I go to notifications I see that I have a new message. I open the app and, in the preview, I see that I
MaryliseYesterday was too much. I still can't believe I did it, that I dared to do it. It was so fearless of me, but it felt so good. It's strange because even though I know what I did was wrong and it's something that shouldn't be done, it was definitely exciting.I still wonder what would have happened if I hadn't stopped. I intended to finish, but I was afraid of getting hurt or getting hurt in any way. I don't know if doing that is a good thing, but it does feel good.A sigh escapes from my mouth when my mind evokes the memory of yesterday. To imagine him touching me and making me feel like that is simply vibrant.Why do I feel hot every time I think about it? Why do I feel the need to do it again?No, it wouldn't be right to do it here while he's just under a foot awayYes, we're on our way home right now. He hasn't said a word since he got into his car. I don't know if that's good or bad. isn't he going to ask me something about what I did yesterday? Did I do something he didn'
I turn my gaze down before I say: "I stopped. . . , I stopped because I was afraid"I know it sounds stupid, but I don't want him to get bored with me. I don't want him to think I'm a scared, I don't want him to think that i'm just a little girl who can't do what he asks of me, I don't want him getting someone else for that."Fear of what?" he asks, frowning and still in his earnest voice."To hurt me." I mean, looking at him without raising my head."And why did you think that?"Why doesn't he stop asking me questions and give me my reward now?I take a deep breath and answer: "Because my legs started shaking a lot and. . . and it was burning too much, I thought that was not normal, so I stopped"I look at his face and notice that it has changed a bit upon hearing my answer. I don't feel him angry anymore, but I can't figure out what that expression is in which his face has been immersed.The smile that peaks in the corners of his mouth makes me feel, somehow, a little calmer since I
Marylise. I can't stop thinking about what Harry did to me yesterday. The way he made me feel. Maybe that's why the lines in my notebook are blank, maybe that's why I've focused fifty percent on classes compared to how I did it before I met him. Perhaps that is why professors have come to my attention several times over the last few days. I think being with him is affecting my academic performance, but as long as it doesn't affect my grades, it's okay, right?, I don't know. Well, I think that's something I don't care about at all, because it feels really good to be with him and it makes me feel all that. I have to find a balance between study and. . . fun, as you call it. I can't help but smile when I think about it. He always says, "Let's have fun" or something. It feels great to have fun with him. I better pay attention to the class. . . The shrill noise produced by the break-out bell makes me come out of my pondering abruptly, causing me to make a small jump in my seat. Now t
My hands begin to tremble and my heart beats arrhythmically. I feel anxious, lost, and I feel like throwing up. "Put it to me, won't you?" she says, biting her lower lip slightly. I couldn't help but look at her in disgust at the same time as I feel my face burn.Shall I introduce her? Who the hell does she think she is?"Are you talking about Harry?" inquires Delilah, more confused than before."Oh, his name is Harry. . . nice name," says the girl, with a stupid smile on her face. I don't like this girl.I have to get out of here, I don't want to be asked any more questions I can't even answer. I don't want them to find out who Harry really is."I have to. . ." I get up from my seat quickly and take the tray of food in my hands. "I have to go" I announce to almost run out of there.I hear Brent and Delilah calling me, but I don't listen to them. I just need to get some air. I need to get out of here.I throw the leftovers of my food in the trash and leave the tray in place before I
When I see him, I feel a little uncomfortable, his expression is not at all friendly and that overwhelms me a little."Have you finished saying goodbye or do you want me to take a walk and then come for you?" He asks, in a biting and irritated tone of voice.I don't know what to say to that.He snorts and rolls his eyes to the sky before jawing—: "Get in the car"I obey instantly and get in the car as soon as he opens the door just because I don't want to make him angry.Why is he like this? Did I do something?Seconds after entering he does so too, slamming the door, making him jump in my place with the shrill noise.It makes me nervous when I see that frown and the way he squeezes his teeth making his jaw muscles protrude; for a moment I fear he may break it and injure himself.I don't think I can ask him anything, but I want to. I want to know why he's like this"Are you angry?" I ask, feeling a slight tremor in my voice."No" Denies, sharp.I should have left it that way."And why
He lifts me up in the air and holds me in his arms, resting his hands on my butt, while I cling to his hip with my legs so as not to fall, all this while giving out hasty, wet kisses on my neck.He's walking awkwardly into what I guess is his room, as he's probably not seeing where he's walking and is only guided by his memory.He takes one of his hands off my ass and just holds me up with one so he can open the door to his room. Once opened, he puts it back in the previous place and pulls me up a bit in one motion, pushing me upwards so that I fit well. Finally he finishes opening the door with his foot and walks into the room with me in his arms.He walks to the bed and leaves me on it, then climbs up the feet of the bed and crawls towards me. His action makes me laugh a bit, it looks nice and provocative at the same time doing that.I feel a chill running through my whole body when his fingers touch the skin of my legs. He takes one of his hands towards the closure of my skirt at m
I look at him and notice that his eyes are closed and his jaw is tight as he tries to concentrate on his breathing. I don't know why he's like this, it's like he's holding somethingI breathe a sigh and turn to the other side, turning my back on him.I don't understand why he gets so close, but in the end he doesn't do anything and just mocks my reaction. I'm tired of that.He had done this before, twice in fact, and it was the same day. He laughed at me when I thought he was going to kiss me and closed my eyes. I didn't like that at all. I felt bad about falling.I feel the bed moving a little bit, which makes me understand that, if he's not up, he's getting closer. I can see it's the second choice when he place one of his hands on my hip and gently caress it as he bring his lips to my shoulder and kiss it.My body acts involuntarily to the sensation, causing my back to bow. At that very moment, I hear him give off a snort that stops quickly. That confuses me a little.He brings his