Semua Bab All Shades of Passion: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Steven POV.I walked out of the Cathedral and headed back to my room in the staff quarters.With the church right on the premises, elderly residents could conveniently attend Mass and receive spiritual support during their stay at the rehabilitation center, especially as they approached the end of their lives.I got back to my room, showered, dressed, and got ready for the day. Throwing on my scrubs, I stepped out to get to work.Today was a Sunday and my second day here at the nursing home, which was my last. By tomorrow morning, being Monday, I would be on the road, heading back to Vegas. Just one more day. I encouraged myself.If I could survive this one last day without looking at him, without thinking about him, I’d be free. I’d leave Gardnerville, head back to Vegas, and forget this place ever existed. Forget him.Coming outside, the wind turned the giant windmill, scattering dry leaves across the courtyard, reminding me that summer was long gone and it was now autumn.It was

Steven POV.Hours later.The storm didn’t end, it just changed shape.By evening, the rain had slowed, but the wind still howled, rattling the window like it was begging to get in.I’d spent the entire day pretending Fabian wasn't now living with me.While I stayed indoors, He, on the other hand, had been called upon frequently, for one thing or another.We had our meals in the room instead of the dining hall because it also had a leaking roof.Tomorrow would be a long day with a ton of work to do, but today was quiet, slow, and gloomy.Now, with night settling in and power flickering off for the second time, I was beginning to get restless. I wanted to step out of this confined space and do something useful, but Sister Rosita had advised everyone to stay put and not loiter around due to the wet areas. According to the situation report, the mudslides had knocked down a couple of electric poles and we'd lost power. However, the center's generator was up and running, though it seemed

Steven POV. 2 days later. It's been two days since the storm. Since that night when Fabian had pinned me against the wall in the darkness, and the morning after, when he put his hands on my back, and on my belly, trying to help me exercise. Things had been on a standstill between us, and the man had acted like none of it ever happened. He wasn’t avoiding me. No, that would’ve been easier to understand. He was… normal. Relaxed. Polite. He talked to me the way he talked to everyone —casual, warm, confident. Not a single look, not a single brush of the fingers, not a single telltale of emotion. I should be glad he wasn't trying to make more advances towards me, but somehow that made me feel worse. At this point, I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. My mind wouldn’t sit still. One minute I’d tell myself I was relieved. This was good. This was exactly what I wanted — the distance, space, time to breathe. Five minutes later, I’d feel my stomach twist because he hadn’t lo

Steven POV.As the truth slammed into me, my nostrils flared in a mix of shock and resignation.I wanted to do this.Even if it was once, I needed to experience it.My hands reached for my phone's screen and I was about to click on the play button when I heard my name, "Steven!"I stopped, it was Sister Rosita. She was calling my name and I knew that my break time was over. Time to get back to work.I resumed my duties, helping out as much as I could. There was a lot to do and the chores kept coming along.The day felt too long with time deliberately refusing to move. Eventually, by evening, things had slowed down since everyone was now exhausted.I'd just retired for the day and was taking my broom, mop, and other tools to the locker room where they were stored.The room smelled faintly of detergent and old wood. Metal lockers lined the walls, some dented, some rusted. A single bench sat in the middle, and dim, warm light from the setting sun filtered in from the windows.I collapsed

Steven POV.I sat here gazing at him, helpless to do anything but watch with my pants down to my ankles.He'd parted my legs and was kneeling between them with my dick in his hand. What would he do now? I wondered, my heart thudding in my chest.Was he going to suck me or fuck me?I felt anticipation spread through me like molten lava, making the blood surge through my veins.Gently, his fingers curled around me, tight and firm as he gently squeezed."Ssshit," a low moan passed through my teeth, and my hips bucked, jutting forward in response.The edge of his lips curled, "You like that, don't you?"Out of its own will, my head bobbed in response.He did it again, and my head fell backwards, a wave of sensations washing through me. The fine hairs on my thighs stood at attention, every follicle tingling as he trailed kisses along them. "How about I spice things up with a blowjob?" he mummured, his hot breath lingering over the head of my dick before he opened up and took it into his