I swear, I don’t even know how we ended up here…
From strangers to soul-tied lovers. From awkward smiles to this—me on his lap, breathless, needy, completely his.
Like, how?
How did we go from “Hey, nice to meet you” to “I can’t live without you”?
It hits me so hard.
Because I love him.
So damn much.
His vulnerable side? God… it breaks me in the best way.
The way he cried—for me. Only me. That tough exterior crumbled and I saw him. The raw, soft, hurting him. And I wanted to protect that part forever.
But that night… I wasn’t ready for what he’d do to me.
Or how real it would feel.
His hand was under my top.
And it wasn’t a dream this time. It was real. I felt his warm fingers brush against my skin and I swear—I forgot how to breathe.
My heart? Racing.
My mind? Gone.
And those eyes…
He looked at me like I was everything. Full of love. Full of lust.
Like he wanted to worship every inch of me.
I couldn’t resist anymore.
I kissed him back, deep and messy, moaning against his lips.
Then—his hand touched me there.
My breasts, soft and sensitive, under his touch… ahhh, I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my lips.
He caressed me so gently… yet with this hunger.
I was melting in his arms. So wet, just from being in his lap, feeling him against me.
And the way he unhooked my bra?
One hand. Effortlessly.
Like he knew me. Like he owned me.
Then… those lips.
They kissed down my neck, my chest… slow, teasing, passionate.
I was shaking, gripping his shoulders, completely lost in him.
I wanted more. All of him.
His hands, his lips, his love.
That night—I wasn't just touched.
I was seen. Loved. Desired.
And in that moment,
My delusion… the one I used to scribble in my diary every night?
It became my beautiful, sinful, breathtaking reality.
