Semua Bab Noiseless Wet Dreams of You: Bab 81 - Bab 90

  The world narrowed down to the sound of our mingled breathing and the frantic pulse in my throat. Jake kissed me so hard that for a moment, I truly thought I wouldn’t breathe again. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a desperate kiss, like he was trying to make prints on me. And he was loudly doing it when mom is in the house. What if she hears us? I don't think Jake wanted to know and cared at this point, and my senses were slowly melting away as he kissed me. It felt as if he were trying to inhale me, to bridge the impossible gap that three years of pretense fatherhood had built between us. My head spun, the room tilting on its axis as the oxygen left my lungs, leaving me lightheaded and completely at his mercy. He didn't stop. He couldn't. His mouth left mine only to drag across my cheek, his stubble grazing my skin with a delicious friction before he fou

 I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in for the rest. I wanted the weight. I wanted the truth of him. The truth of him that I had so much wanted, that I had craved so badly. Then he began to sink in completely, overwhelming me. Happiness rippled through me; my lifelong dream of ever sleeping with Jake was coming to pass. He didn't move immediately; he was staring into my eyes and I was staring into his like this was a lifelong dream that would go away if I opened my eyes. So, I dared not close my eyes.I felt the twitch in between my legs, feeling the length of him spreading me apart. I was trying as much as possible to take in his length because my body must remember this sheer moment of sweetness, this shared space with Jake, for as long as possible.With his hand brushing over my face, trying to rub the sweat off my brows, trying to steady my breathing as he slid his two fingers into my mouth, he began to move. It was a slow, punishing rhyth

"No, I didn't..." I started to say, the words catching in a throat that suddenly felt tight with a rush of adrenaline. My heart was practically ripping with a brand-new kind of happiness, the dizzying, terrifying kind that comes when you realize something unbelievable was actually a solid reality. "We... I didn't..." I was stuttering, my thoughts tripping over themselves as I looked at him. My face lit up, a heat blooming across my cheeks that had nothing to do with the morning sun and everything to do with the way his hand shot out to palm my cheek. His skin was warm, his thumb grazing my jawline in a way that felt like a claim."I thought you did forget," he said, smiling broadly. "How could I forget that?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Standing inches from me, the memories of the night before stopped being a hazy blur and snapped into sharp focus. They were real. Every touch, every gasp, the weight of him, the way he had looked at me in the dim light, it had actually happen

She sees me as a kid. Just a little child throwing a tantrum, a plaything that Jake was amusing himself with until he got bored and went back to a "real" woman like her. That was the sting that hurt the most, the effortless way she dismissed the fire consuming me as mere comedy. My anger made me want to blow off the steam right there, to slap that smirk off her face, but the power dynamic was a wall I couldn't climb."You can go," she said dismissively, already turning back to her desk as if I had ceased to exist. "Write that essay before you think of being a comedian."The way she said it, throwing me out like yesterday’s trash, sent me reeling. I walked out of that office boiling to my highest capacity, the blood rushing in my ears so loudly I could barely hear the bell for the next period.I marched back to the classroom, my heels striking the floor with a rhythmic fury, but the room was empty. My friends were no longer there, likely moved on to the cafeteria for the midday break.

  I breathed his name like a prayer, the syllable barely leaving my lips before it was swallowed by the roar of the bikes on the track. He wasn't in his suit anymore. He’d swapped the corporate armor for a dark, fitted jacket that hugged his broad shoulders in a way that made him look younger, more unpredictable, and infinitely more dangerous. He looked at me, and for a second, the coldness of the morning vanished. The lingering sting of Ms. Illya’s laughter, the suffocating frustration I’d felt because of Brendan and Drake’s petty brawl, it all evaporated. It was replaced by a cool, knowing smile that told me he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on me. "Did you have fun at school today?" he asked. I looked at him, and