Tom and I are sitting at a small cafe, the kind that’s always buzzing with people and the smell of coffee. As always, he never gets exhausted with things to talk about. “It’s been too long,” Tom says, looking off into the distance. “It has,” I agree, taking a sip of my coffee. “I feel like I’ve missed so much of your life.” “Me too,” he says. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a proper conversation.” I nod as my eyes go to him again. I’ve seen pictures of his baby. His partner, Heidi, is constantly posting about him and their baby. “Your partner knows about you meeting me?” “Honestly?” he starts. “Heidi doesn’t know. And you?” “I have yet to mention it to my husband. But his son knows.” “You plan to tell him?” “Yes.” That is, if I have the chance, because every time Liam is at home, all we do is have sex until we are both too exhausted to even have a proper conversation. “Are you planning to return to work?” “Not yet,” I answer, leaning back in my chair. In three years, I pr
Liam is on top of me, his body pressed against mine like a heavy but gentle weight. He moves with a purpose, his desire for me palpable as he pushes himself inside me. I gasp, my eyes closing as the pleasure washes over me. My head tilts back, and my hands dig into the bedsheets as he works himself deeper and deeper into me. I feel his hands move to mine, his fingertips tracing circles over my palms. The warmth of his touch sends sparks of electricity through my veins. My breathing speeds up, my heart hammering in my chest. “Oh! Liam, wait, ah!” I plead. I am going to lose control over myself again. Instead of answering, he sucks on my shoulders, making me shiver in desire. As if feral, I grab him too, biting on his neck like some wild animal in heat. Liam groans against my ear, his lips trailing kisses down my neck. His body is alive against mine, pulsing and acting like we are two pieces of a connected puzzle. I feel my muscles tightening around him, clinging to him in a way tha
It’s already seven on a Friday evening when I notice Lukas looking impatiently at the clock on the wall. We are sitting in the living room–me with my books and Lukas taking his rest after his travel from the province. “What’s wrong?” I ask. Lukas shifts his attention to me, an uncertain look on his face. “Would you know what time my dad will come home?” “Oh!” I say. “Actually, he won’t be returning tonight. But since tomorrow is Saturday, he might come despite being busy with work.” “But he promised it’s supposed to be a game night.” “Let it go for now. Your father might be really busy.” “It’s not the first time,” he whispers. “Not the first time? It’s only later you discovered about board games, right?” “But it’s not the first time he promised to spend time with me, and then got distracted with work instead.” Hmmm, sometimes he really does act like a cute child. “How often?” I ask, preventing a smile from forming. “At least once every three months,” he answers before sighing
“Oh,” is all he can say. Liam loosens his hand on my arm and steps back. After a while, he sits heavily on the couch. “You don’t love me, huh,” he whispers. My heart drops as soon as I hear the defeat in his voice. I can’t help but feel a pang of regret as I look down at him. I take a deep breath to steady myself, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions that are raging inside me. I am about to move to him when he says, “Based on our intimate moments together, the way you scream my name, the way you respond to my touches, and the way you cling onto me as if your very life depends on it... I really thought we had formed a bond.” He looks up at me again and asks, “But it’s not the same for you, huh?” Even if I am frustrated at him, the way his voice sounds breaks my heart as well. I want to say sorry, but what will it do? It won’t fix anything, right? Instead, I ask, “You say you love me, but why?” I kneel before him and lightly touch his face. “What do you mean?” he asks.
Liam, Lukas, and I had been in Paris for two days. We have already visited tourist spots, including the Louvre and the Eiffel tower. Lukas is staying in another room, citing the fact that he doesn’t want to step into our room with us in a passionate embrace. And so, to Liam’s delight, he rents a separate suite room for us in a luxurious hotel. It is a Palace Hotel nestled in the heart of the city–close to both Seine and the Tuileries Gardens. The entrance is a grand sweeping staircase with magnificent chandeliers and crystal columns, and the lobby is adorned with frescoes and polished marble floors. I asked him the price, but he didn’t tell me, so I checked the website. By then, I had already stopped computing how many years it would take me before I could pay for it. “You should prepare yourself for another round of heavy exercise,” Lukas teases, which never fails to make me red in the face. “I am too tired,” I retort, perfectly knowing what he means. Besides, it is another day of
After returning from Paris, Liam becomes busy again. However, tonight, he is home. The two of us are watching a movie, our legs entwined and our heads leaning against each other. Worse, his fingers are circling against my palm, creating undeniable electricity between us. “Ahm, Liam, are you aware of what you are doing to me?” I ask. “Hmmm, completely aware,” he says, his eyes still on the television screen. Annoyed, I try to pull away from his hold, but he tightens his grip on me. “How about trying some couch sex?” “We have tried that already!” “It won’t hurt to try again,” he says, grinning. Instead of answering, I get away from his hold. I take hold of my wineglass and sip from it. “Can’t we do it tomorrow instead? Let’s finish this movie in the meantime?” He takes hold of my waist and pulls me back into his embrace. “Here you are again… Saying that you don’t want it, but every time I touch you, you lose your mind.” “Hey!” I say, hitting his chest. “That’s so out of line now!
Liam and I walk arm in arm through the softly lit streets of the city. We are searching for that not-so-expensive restaurant with a balcony overlooking the city. “Oh, there it is!” I exclaim, grinning at Liam. It’s my treat today, and thankfully, he allows that. We walk into the restaurant and see that it’s already full. It’s a Saturday night, so I expected it. I glance at Liam. He is calmly looking over the place. “Good evening, ma’am, sir. Table for two?” the waiter asks. “Yes, please,” I answer. And so, the waiter ushers us into the corner–that exact same spot on the balcony that I saw on a blog last night. Moreover, he lights the candles and pours us a bottle of wine. I am so thrilled that I said multiple thanks to the waiter. When the waiter leaves, I glance at Liam to catch him grinning. “What?!” I ask. He reaches for my hand and remarks, “You seem happy.” I grin back. “I am.” Liam leans forward. He is about to kiss me when I sense another person. I pull back from him an
Liam looks up at me, his eyes full of tenderness. I can see the love, so I reach out to touch his face. This look, I don’t deserve it. I’ve done nothing to earn it. He holds me in his arms and starts kissing me softly. His lips are pressed to mine with a warmth that I can feel throughout my body. The kiss lingers, each second stretching out like an eternity as we explore one another. I close my eyes, savoring the moment and knowing that no matter what, I will surely lose myself in the succeeding passion. Suddenly, his kisses become more urgent and more passionate, and the intensity between us intensifies. His hands move around my body, his fingers caressing my skin as his lips part mine. I gasp with pleasure, my body trembling at his touch. Liam’s hands move lower, exploring my curves as he kisses me passionately. He takes his time, savoring each moment, until it feels like he is slowly unraveling me. The pleasure is unbearable, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. He slid