chapter 5

Michelle's POV

I woke up early the next morning and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The first thing I saw was Uncle Pedro sleeping peacefully beside me. My God, he was so handsome. Strong. His muscular arm was draped over me, holding me close like I belonged there. A silly smile spread across my face as I stared at him. He had changed so much. He looked like a gorgeous man straight out of a movie. To me, he was the most handsome man in the world and it's crazy that he doesn't know it.

I chuckled softly as he pulled me tighter in his sleep, my face now so close to his that I could feel the warm rhythm of his breath. I glanced at the clock on the bedside drawer. It was only 5 a.m. I took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

Carefully, I lifted a finger and traced it lightly across his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, and over his lips. I had imagined kissing him so many times since he arrived. I wondered what it would feel like… how soft his lips would be. How would it feel when our tongue touched? Oh my God that gave me chills. I almost melted just thinking about it.

More than anything, I wanted him to be my first. My first kiss.

My first. everything.

I had always been so protective of my innocence, but ever since he came back, all I wanted was for him to look at me like a woman. To touch me. To teach me how to please a man.

How to please him.

God, I must be losing my mind. All those romantic novels had clearly messed with my head. I couldn’t tell fantasy from reality anymore. I knew this could never happen. He was much older than me. My father’s best friend. My uncle, even if we weren’t related by blood. To him, I was probably still just a little silly girl.

But in my heart and soul, I knew he was the only man I would ever feel this way about. I don't care about what he thinks of me. I want this and I will make sure he wants it too.

Suddenly, he murmured something in his sleep and shifted lower, burying his face against my chest. His strong arm wrapped even tighter around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My eyes widened. I nearly stopped breathing. His soft hair brushed against my nose, carrying a clean, masculine scent that made my head spin. A strange, electric sensation raced down my spine. My legs trembled uncontrollably.

Is this what it feels like to be close to someone you actually want?

“Oh, Michelle…” he whispered against my skin, hugging me even tighter.

My heart slammed against my ribs. He said my name. He was dreaming about me.

Before I could process it, he slowly released me and blinked awake. The moment his eyes focused and realized how entangled we were, he jolted upright and scrambled out of the bed, hands on his waist, looking stunned.

“What happened? Why were we… like that?” he asked, voice rough with sleep and surprise.

I was shocked for a second, but then I smiled shyly. “I don’t know. I just woke up and found us like this.”

“Oh fuck.I’m sorry, Michelle. Please don’t be angry. I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” I said softly, sitting up. “Nothing to worry about.”

I stood and smoothed down my clothes. “I’ll go back to my room now.”

“Yes… yes, that’s good. You should,” he replied quickly, still looking flustered.

I nodded, smiling as I walked to the door. Before leaving, I turned and stole one last look at him. Then I slipped out quietly, careful not to wake anyone else in the house.

Back in my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, grinning like an idiot. I practically floated over to my bed and collapsed onto it, hugging my pillow tightly. I spent the whole night with Uncle Pedro. It felt like a dream come true.

I had missed him so much.

And now… I think I was really, really falling for him. More than I'd imagined, I must be madly in love.

I squeezed my thighs together as heat flooded my body, remembering how tightly he had held me in his sleep. How he had whispered my name like I was his.

Oh my God.

He was no longer just my uncle. He had become something I couldn’t even explain.

This was far more than just love, it's called passion because I burn for him. I want him everywhere near me. I want to hug him forever.

God… I wanted him.

Heat flushed through my body, sweat beading on my skin. Without thinking, my hands began to roam, tracing over my curves as images of Uncle Pedro flooded my thoughts—his intense eyes, his warm smile, the strength of his embrace.

I must be going crazy touching myself like this for my uncle. but it felt right at this point because this was the only way I knew how to calm myself.

"Haaa..." I whispered, my fingers grazing my thigh. Every inch of me burned with a longing I'd never felt before, a desperate ache for his touch. I'd never imagined seeing him again would draw me in like this, making me crave him so intensely.

"Oh God," I gasped, my body shuddering as I climaxed, breathing ragged.

My back arched off the bed as the wave crashed over me. I came hard, trembling, whispering his name like a secret I wasn’t supposed to keep.

My eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion.

When I opened them again, moonlight poured through the window, silver and bright.

And someone was standing there.

He turned slowly.

Shirtless.

The hard lines of his chest and shoulders caught the pale glow. Those piercing eyes locked onto mine.

Uncle Pedro.

My breath caught.

He crossed the room without a word, every step deliberate. I pushed myself up, back against the headboard, clutching a pillow like it could shield me.

“Uncle Pedro—”

Before I could finish, he was on the bed. Strong hands parted my thighs with shocking gentleness. He lowered himself over me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“Who were you thinking about?” His voice was low, dangerous. “When you touched yourself just now.”

I froze. “W-what?”

“Don’t lie to me, Michelle.”

One large hand slid up my thigh. I shivered violently, pleasure spiking so sharp it hurt.

“Tell me,” he murmured, thumb brushing higher, “was it me?”

“Uncle—.” I whispered as he continued putting pressure on my thighs.

“Please, Uncle Pedro…” My voice cracked. “I’m— I’m coming—”