TASHACage.The name keeps ringing in my head as we push through the doors of the underground gym, walking into a swarming, cheering crowd already going crazy. The air is acrid with sweat and smoke and heat, and for a couple seconds, I try to adjust my nostrils and lungs to a new temporal pattern of breathing.I push my way through the noisy crowd chanting Cage! Cage!, staying close enough to Jennie and Marco as we head towards the front to get a better view. Sounds of heavy grunts and punches coming from the ring fill the smoky air, mixing with the buzzing chaos of the crowd, booming louder to my ears the closer we get to the front.We eventually arrive. My mouth falls open, and I finally get a glimpse of why the crowd is so damn fucking loud and crazy.The fight has already begun.Nate sharply evades a deadly blow from his opponent, a massive muscular guy who looks like a grim tattoo drawboard with so many black tattoos coating almost the entire skin of his back and running down his

TASHAMy phone begins to vibrate in my bag, tearing us out of our trance. We let go of our fingers tangled with each other. I bring out my phone and see that it is just a measly stupid alarm reminder I forgot to delete. I curse silently under my breath and turn it off, deleting it before putting it back into my bag.I tuck my hair behind my ear. "Nate, you deserve every right to be happy doing what you love. And I really hope your dad will understand. But, definitely, just know that everything will work out one day."He raises an eyebrow at me. "How sure are you about that?"I shrug. "I don't know, but it will." I chirp.He chuckles a laugh at my funny reply, extreme relief washing all over me instantly at the sight of the smile spread across his face. I want to freeze this moment, to keep it with me. I do not know if this night is the last time we get to be like this. To be close together like this. My heart is feeling excited and sinking into the pool of fear at the same time. If th

TASHAMy ragged breaths pant helplessly off my lips as his hand and mouth continue to devour my breasts, shooting bolts of pleasure straight to my throbbing clit again and again. His mouth leave my breast, trailing down kisses from the center of my chest down to the middle of my stomach, stopping just at the waistband of my trousers. His hand on my breast pinches my nipple slightly, his other hand playing around the button of my jeans, killing me slowly with the throbbing anticipation in my core begging for release."I am taking these off," his hands unbutton my jeans in a second and unzips it. I bite down my lower lip in a smile and lift up my hips a little from the sofa, allowing him to pull the trousers off. With my trousers now on the floor, I am left only in my blue underwear.A smile tugs at his lips as his fingers tingle my skin down my stomach towards the small space between our bodies where my legs are parted, caging around him. I gasp when his hand rubs softly over the thin l

TASHAAfter a couple more minutes of resting and cuddling up against each other on the sofa, we both decide, for obvious tempting cautious reasons, to take different turns freshening up in the mini bathroom situated in the left corner of the room. The warm water feels so good on my skin, but I do not spend so much time immersed in it.Later, after dressing up and turning off the lights in the room, Nate and I step out, meeting just a few people still in the gym. Just then, my mind clicks. I dart my eyes to my wristwatch.Oh thank God. I sigh out in relief. It is just 9:15pm. I promised my mom to be back home from the cinema on or before 10:30pm. I definitely do not want her suspecting my folly."Uhm, do you wanna grab some dinner?" Nate's question deflects my thoughts back to him, his fingers lacing into mine."Sure." I nod. "I'd love that. We just have to be quick though because I lied to my mum about going to see a movie with Jennie and I also told her that I will be back by 10:30pm

TASHAMy mum continues eating the popcorns in silence, her eyes never leaving mine. I feel her worry and love for me interwoven together into that single statement. I knew that there was a one hundred percent possiblity of her saying something like that, and she definitely did not disappoint.But Nate is not Jason. Nate is different, and I choose to believe that. One lesson my past relationship with Jason taught me is to always not disregard the red flags. No human being is perfect, but some are just spawns of the devil. I am not saying that Jason is a spawn of the devil, but there were so many red flags he possessed in the start of our relationship then that I ignored just to continue being with him. I was so obsessed with him, loving him like a fool despite how he continued making me feel like I was forcing myself into being stuck in a one sided love relationship with him. A relationship where he gave me his sex and not his love for me.I still persevered with him, until I found out