"You can come home and stay with me and your mother. Anyway, we've missed you" Dad says cheerfully, gently rubbing the blanket with his covered leg.
I just smile back and say nothing because as much as I love my parents, going home is the last thing I want to do. Leaving home was my sign of independence and coming home would be like taking a step back. Not only that, but I also know that Mom and Dad will worry about me all the time and unlike Madame Shiji, they still haven't learned the difference between "suffocate" and "let go" yet.
"Rose also offered to take you back as her roommate or she can move in with you and act as a full-time doctor in your apartment," Blanca says.
Although a little better, again it is not one of the best offers I have heard so far. I love Rose and she is my best friend, but she can also make me nervous. That's why we barely spent a year as roommates before she decided to find a place for me.
I feel a hand gently squeeze mine an
"What's it for?""To congratulate you on finally getting out of here""Aww ... That's very sweet of you. Thanks!" I smile at Travis, extending my hands to accept the large bouquet of white daffodils from him, and instinctively bring one of the floral trumpets up to my nose to inhale the sweet scent of him."You're welcome, I know they are your favorites, and considering what they represent, I thought they would be perfect""You're right, they are my favorites and they adapt to the occasion by seeing how they represent rebirth, but how did you know all that? I don't remember saying any of those things to you""You see, I was standing in a field of flowers, trying to figure out exactly which ones to get you when a girl saw the blank stare on me and decided to pass on some much-appreciated pieces of information about me."I pause to smell my precious flowers to look at it"You've been talking to Rose, right?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at
"Mom, Dad, thank you for trying to protect me, but this relationship I have with Travis is not something you can compare to other relationships. We have known each other for ten years. That is more than enough for a relationship to develop and grow between two people. If anything, he and I have taken a long time to get to this point, so even though things seem to be happening fast between us, it isn't, we should have been together a long time ago by now"My parents had been quiet as if trying to take in everything I had said. Then my father finally spoke."You're talking about more than just moving in with him, right?" - He asked as if he had learned the lesson "Look under the bottom" from Travis himself."Yes I am. Sorry, I've wanted to say it for a while, but the moment never felt right. You see, we're not just dating, we're… engaged" I said quietly."What about you?!" my mom screamed"Engag
When Travis taps his foot on the fully open bedroom door, I'm surprised to see that unlike the rest of his apartment, his bedroom has personal touches here and there.The first thing that strikes me is the full-size bed that is pushed against the far left of the room, not just because it's the largest piece of furniture in the room, but because of the distinctive olive green shuriken quilt that covers it. Interesting, as it's not something you would normally find in the home décor section of a store, but because he's a well-known military and elite, it's fitting.Travis leans back and gently sits me on the bed with my legs dangling off the side. Then he looks at me like he expects me to go to bed right away and fall asleep, but my curiosity prevents me from doing so. From the position I'm in, I let my eyes roam the room, which has been a mystery to me until now.On the long wooden windowsill that also doubles as a bookcase and at the head of the bed, ther
In Japan, Valentine's Day is celebrated differently than Western countries do. Rather than being romantically involved couples exchanging gifts to express their feelings for each other, it's more about women giving chocolates to the men in their lives, whether or not they think of those men in a romantic sense.I enjoy the tradition that is also practiced here in the village. It allows me to show all the men in my life that I appreciate them and that they all have special meaning to me. And because of its tradition and the way the chocolates are distributed equally, I am not ashamed to go up to one of the guys and give him a gift that on any other day could lead to unwanted gossip.The only person I have dared to give more expensive and higher quality honmei-choco, or "possible winning chocolate" every Valentine's Day, at least until the year he defected was Albert. Yet even though he, like all the other men I had given chocolate to on Valentine's Day, had reciprocated
"I guess it's just a lesson I never learned on my own," he admits, lying on his side, his head resting on his hand."What about that? I have to be the teacher this time" I say funny."You did it," she says, smiling at me."But I have the feeling that my work is not finished yet""No?""No. I have more work ahead of me""What?""Because you, Captain, have a lot to learn about happiness and I have every intention of teaching you everything I can about it through practical experience with me, of course." I smile maliciously at him.Travis laughs."God… I love you," he says."I know you do ... But lesson number one: don't tell me, show me"And with that, he puts his game face on and gets to work.The first place he decides to drizzle the chocolate is my lips. He lets two small drops fall on them, he smooths the chocolate over my lips with his thumb like lip gloss, first on my upper lip, then on my
He nods, leans back on the bed, holds onto his hand to keep the condom in place, and waits for me.This is the first time we will have sex since I moved in with him as my body needed time to heal. We had found other ways to satisfy each other, mainly through foreplay, handheld games, and oral sex, but this is the first time that we will have real sex.I crouch over it, align the tip of it with the opening, and let it sink in little by little. Once I have him fully in, we both let out a moan of pleasure. It's been so long since we've done this that I'm tight for him. I stay still on top of him for a moment, letting my body adjust and get used to his penetration. Then I slowly get up from him so that only the tip of him remains inside of him, then I quickly get down. We both moan again at the pleasant sensation that friction brings.Wanting more of that wonderful feeling, I slowly pick myself up and go back down, over and over again, to the point where I can feel
I go to bed with satisfaction, soaking up everything because there is nothing better than lying in your bed when there is nowhere you need to be and nothing you have to do for the rest of the day. It's Saturday, a day off, and I have no idea how Travis wants to spend it.Speaking of which ... where is he? I wonder, turning my head to look at her empty side of the bed.I'm about to take off the covers and look for him in the small apartment when the bedroom door opens and Travis's face peeks out of it."I'm glad you finally woke up, he waits there," he tells me and disappears again before he has a chance to open his mouth to ask why.About a minute later, the door slowly opens again, but this time Travis walks through, carrying in his hands a wooden tray with a plate full of food and a small white vase that holds a single red rosebud, which he carefully walks up to me on the bed."Happy white day!" He says cheerfully as he places the tray on my blan
The island is just a small stone table that protrudes from the bottom of the water peak a few inches. Under the water and near the table are stone stools.The arched red wooden bridge only runs the width of the pool, and on the entrance bridge, there are a couple of stone lanterns.Lastly, the teahouse pavilion is a small pagoda-roofed gazebo in a corner of the garden with a bistro table and 2 matching chairs to sit and drink tea.Even though everything is condensed, it is still very beautiful and the fact that everything is done on a small scale makes the garden look picturesque and attractive rather than grand and intimidating.However, the only thing that drives me out is the steam that I see rising from the surface of the pool until I realize what I am looking at. The pool is fine, but the water is not regular chlorinated water, it is mineral water pumped from the local hot springs, so our cabin has its private hot spring!- I see you figured i