ALEXANDER'S POV:I pushed her against the car door making her shiver at the contact with the cold metal. My hands sneaked up to her waist as I pulled her impossibly closer. She tastes euphoric just as always when I kiss her. She tangles her finger in the roots of my hair tugging it lightly making me groan in satisfaction. The kiss becomes more feverish as the rhythm of our lips moves faster. Her lips part slightly making me sneak my tongue into her mouth. I explored her never-endless needy body with my hands and tongue."Fuck! You are fucking seducing me!""We have only an hour left before my curfew." She reminded me as I wasted no time and opened the car door we both sat on the passenger seat with her on my lap and her legs wrapped around mine. She gasped at the sensation as she felt my hard-on through my pants. "Only you can do this to me, only you!" I whispered and I started giving friction to our lower parts making her whimper. My finger tugged at the lace that tied at the lower

ALEXANDER'S POV: I saw her after a year. She was standing there as alluring as ever when I met her for the first time in the cafeteria at school. I would be lying if I said that I said I hadn't missed her every day. Her amethyst eyes, I fucking missed looking at that. I glanced her up from her toe to her head. She had lost quite, nope, a lot of weight and had become less chubby. I miss those chubby cheeks which I used to bite it. I fucking knew she kept her promise to follow her diet and exercise. I'm proud of her. I miss the cute little tummy of hers which is best to cuddle and I fucking miss her bear hugs which made me feel better and safe. The same amount of heartache and happiness filled my heart. I left her like a coward and hurt her in the end. I know that day I felt betrayed by Adam and her, but at the same time, I felt sorry for both of them to break each other's hearts like this. I want to run up to her and hug the hell out of her, but if I did, I'm the asshole and I'm alr

ALEX'S POV: I listened to her talking about everything she did today on her first day of college. My mind urged me to hold her hand while driving like we used to. She still has feelings for me and I know it. I can sense it from her eyes and the nervousness she has and the same damn tempting cheeks which is always red whenever she is near me. She is the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. I love her, but I messed up everything we had. I still have to rectify it and I will rectify it. After reaching home, she went to her room to freshen up and I went to mine. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. My mind wandered to Mireya. As if she found out I was thinking about her, a message popped up in my notification to see, if it was her. I smiled and took out my phone to see her message. "Can you come to the balcony?" I smiled and went to see her gazing at the stars. The night was calm, and the air was filled with the distant sound of crickets. "Isn't it b

ALEXANDER'S POV: "I love you, Kuschelbär. From the moment you shared all your pain and happiness with me, I love you more than I love myself." I whispered. If not today, then not any day. I confessed to her. I know it is not the right time or moment, since I have prepared myself for the best proposal for her, but everything went in vain. But that doesn't mean, my love for her is less. I waited for her rejection, and even though it would hurt, I would never give up on her. I made that mistake once, but I won't do that again by letting her go. Whatever it is, I'm going to face along with her. With her, by her side. Mireya leaned forward gently pressing her lips against mine. The softness of her touch conveyed a sense of familiarity as if every nerve in my body recognized her presence. My lips were relieved at the same moment when I kissed years ago. Fuck, I felt tingles in my body the moment she pressed her lips against mine. She doesn't need to say those fucking words, this answer i

ALEXANDER'S POV: For the past week, it has been a hell of a ride for Mireya and all of us. She is going through so much. Seeing Mireya go through her chemotherapy treatment has been incredibly tough. She's one of the strongest people I know, but even she can't escape the toll it's taking on her body and spirit. Every session seems to drain a bit more of her energy, leaving her exhausted and nauseous. And then there's the hair loss. It's such a visible reminder of what she's battling. I remember the first time she looked in the mirror after it started falling out... The tears in her eyes said more than words ever could. It's like losing a part of yourself, something that's always been there. At that moment, I knew I had to do something, anything, to show her that she wasn't alone—that we were in this together, no matter what. So I made the decision to shave my head, a small gesture of solidarity, of love, of sacrifice. As the razor glided over my scalp, removing the last traces of ha