Romans & histoires What Am I Supposed To Do When The Best Part

The best chapter of my life started the moment I stopped turning back. -END-

The forbidden mistake. I crawled into bed early, but sleep didn’t come easy. My hand slipped between my thighs, chasing the memory of his touch. I rubbed my clit in slow circles, imagining his rough fingers instead of mine. His mouth on my neck. His cock grinding against me. I came quietly, biting my lip so no one would hear, but it felt empty. Not enough. Never enough without him.

I said, my voice getting hoarser with every word that escaped my lips. Blondie sighed and patted my back, looking at me with pity as she left to attend to her customers. A tingling sensation at the back of my eyes increased, and I felt like I was on the verge of…crying? Damnit. Damn it. I should do something about this. I can't continue to feel this way. There should be a way out. What to do? What the hell was I supposed to do? What is that one thing I do best?

“You… are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” It does not seem like it. I want to say it, but it just seems like it’s not worth the trouble of breathing too deeply. I’m sure that if I do, I’ll feel nauseous all over again. These shallow breaths are doing the trick. In. Out. In. Out. Swallow the bile. In. Grit my teeth. Out. “Mmmm…” That’ll do just fine, I suppose.

Maybe, just maybe, something good will finally come from all the bad. Now, I have to move on to the next part of my plan.

I hope we can find out what really happens when you decide its complete thought, and not just its possibilities. Oh well, it's life and you need to explore it. But I know you're doing well when it comes to these kinds of situations. We always don't know everything. But we shall know how to deal with it. Dealing with it's the most difficult part. I guess let's just take a deep breath and go through it so it could end fast. But how do you do it? You stand in such an obstacle and never say anything. I don't know if you're happy or devastated.

MYLES "KiKi! I lamented, shouting her name, as I race after her. You have to listen to me". I pulled her by the hand, urging her to stop, but she was so quick to take her hand back, and pushed me with the other. "Don't you even dare touch me". She says, and it broke my heart to see us like this. We used to be the world's best friend, we could have been a better couple, if we had given each other the benefit of doubt, or if we have been brave enough to come out clean with our feelings, but here we are, facing one challenge or the other.

But to me… This is the most real thing in the world. I nod. "When do we start?”

When he finished, he folded the paper carefully and added it to the box. "What did you write?" I asked. "That's between me and the summit box," he said, but he was smiling. "Your turn." He offered me the notebook and pen, and I stared at the blank page for a long moment, trying to figure out what the fuck to write. What could I say that was honest but not revealing? What could I leave here that wouldn't feel like a lie? Finally, I wrote: "Sometimes the best moments are the ones you didn't plan for. -S"

And the worst part? I was already counting down the hours until the next lesson.