I wake up immediately, with a few drops of perspiration on my face, my heart beating rapidly as if trying to come out of my chest.
I wipe my palm over my forehead, my mind screaming for Bryson to be here with me right now.
I needed Bryson.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water, before releasing that it was morning already.
I go back to my room, hurriedly take a shower before dressing up and going back downstairs to make breakfast.
I make for just myself since uncle Tyson isn't up yet.
After that I decide to binge watch Power Book, catching up on all the episodes I missed.
An hour later, uncle Tyson comes downstairs, "Good morning, Uncle Ty. Pancakes or scrambled eggs?" I ask, smiling widely at him, as I stand up to go to the kitchen.
"Morning, Iris." He yawns, "Scrambled eggs pl
He stalks towards my shivering form on the bed, before landing on me. I let out a loud, "Ummph" at his weight. And I spread my thighs open to accommodate him. "Get off me, you big bear." I groan, which makes him chuckle and I chuckle at his chuckle. If that makes any sense. Our laughter dies down and he looks at me with so much lust. His grey eyes are getting darker and his eyelids are lowering. He rests his weight on one arm while the other hand grips my waist tightly. "This is where you're supposed to kis-" I'm cut off by his lips slamming against mine roughly, the kiss is heated and full of desire. My mind becomes foggy and all I can think of are his lips and the erection digging into my thigh which makes me gasp. This gives him the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth and suddenly it's a battle of tongues.
"I really wanted to punch you, you know." Tasha sends a glare my way as we walk to our table out of the cafeteria. "Yeah sunshine, you're supposed to tell us things. Not hide things from us." Jackson backs her up absent-mindedly, as he types furiously on his phone. "Yes! We're your best friends. And now you don't want us to beat her up." Tasha says, puffing air from her nose as she plops down on one of the bleachers. "Please don't beat up anyone Tasha," I laugh at her anger, "Same goes for you Jackson. No funny play." "Tasha's the male here, not me." Jackson shrugs a smile on his lips. And almost immediately, their banter starts. I start to think about last night, my heart clenching tightly at the memory. After he had an orgasm, I stood up to give him a kiss. Before my hands went to his back and he froze.
"I can't believe we're finally doing this." Tasha squeals, hugging Luke's arm from where they are seated at the back seat as we drive out of my driveway. "Yeahhh." I say dryly. "Me too." I gaze outside the window, shivering at the chilly evening. I was getting ready to watch a series I missed when I received a call from Tasha saying they were parked on my driveway. I completely forgot that it was Wednesday and the movie date was tonight. Ever since our fight, Luca and I haven't crossed paths and seeing him today made my eyes burn and I almost wanted to jump on him. But I stopped myself after I saw the cold look in his eyes. Instead I sat down quietly in the passenger seat, mumbled a quiet "Hey." and listened to the radio. "Where is Jackson?" I ask Tasha, looking at her through the rearview mirror. But immediately I look away when I realize what was happening. "No, he's riding with Matthew." L
"I'll miss you." I sob as Bryson, Uncle Ty and I stand in front of Bryson's dorm on campus. "I'll miss you too, pickles." He laughs, poking on my cheeks. "I don't understand why your break has to end so soon." I sniff. "They said two months but all they could let you spend was a month." I grumble, refusing to let go of his arm. "That's fucked." He mutters jokingly. But I could see right through him. "Really fucked." "I don't think Bryson can get in if you keep clinging onto him like that, Iris." Uncle Ty jokes, looking at the both of us fondly. "Well, that's the plan. I don't want him to get in." I pout at Uncle Ty. "Why did you have to grow up so fast and leave highschool?" I nudge Bryson, a glare on my face. "Must be the hormones." He answers my question sarcastically. "I hate you." &nb
It is Monday morning today. After our little sleepover last week, Luca disappeared. Uncle Tyson would be going out of town today. Something about a business meeting with an investor who wanted to expand his restaurant. "Are you sure you can stay home all by yourself?" He asks me again, as we stand beside his car. "Yes Uncle Ty...... It's just for a week. Not for a year." I groan. "What if this business trip takes more than a week?" He sighs, a solemn look on his face. "I'm sorry I won't be home for your birthday." "You know how I feel about my birthdays now." I smile sadly. "I'll go over to Tasha's if anything happens." "Promise me you'll call me if anything comes up.... Alright?" He looks down at me. "I promise, Uncle Ty. Now...shoo." I push him gently into his car. I stand with a smile as he turns on the car engine.
I wake up to the blaring of a ringtone. "Whose phone is that?" I groan, cuddling into Luca who is sleeping right beside me. With one of his legs thrown over my body. I shuffle about for a bit, until I realise Luca's hard bulge is right in between my ass cheeks. The hard tip rubbing against my clit as I move around. The realization made my core quiver and suddenly I'm reminded about last night. After arriving last night, Luca gave me a slow tour of his apartment. Deciding to draw out the sexual tension a little bit. Then he ate me out on his kitchen counter(his beautiful kitchen counter) till I orgasmed, Licked ice cream off my boobs and gave me two more orgasms with his fingers. Before fucking my throat successfully. Hence the sore throat. After that, we ate, showered and slept on his ridiculously huge bed. And n
We're in Luca's car, with Luke and Tasha behind. "So, how far is your house Luke?" I ask, looking at him through the rearview mirror. "Not too far. Just a couple of minutes more." He laughs, looking at Tasha lovingly as she shows him something on her phone. It's not like we've been in the car for an hour or anything. I'm just really exhausted after having a long day at school. Sigh. "Before I meet your sister, I need to know what she likes." I say to Luca, watching as he smiles fondly. "Nothing much. She's more of a Metallica band fan, a huge fan of them." He says, Luke laughs at that. "She's a psycho." Luke says from behind us. " That's a good thing, because I'm a huge Metallic
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep, your eyes close." Pablo Neruda. It's my birthday today. Memories are rushing through me like a broken dam. I left Luca's apartment before sunrise. Here I am, locked up in my house. Drenched in pain and sadness. A prisoner of my mind. I'm sitting on the bathroom floor, close to my bathtub. A stare at my red leaking wrist has me thinking about everything- everything before I met Luca, Tasha and Jackson, everything before I got better. Now here I am, back to square one. A lone tear dripping from my eyelid lands directly on the cut on my wrist and