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Our Hearts Beat For Anne Hot Bodies
Anne He roughly pulled me against him, then moved backward and closed the door with the back of his foot. When he was sure the door was secured in its latch with the clicking sound, he pushed forward, still not leaving my lips. We reached the foot of the bed and he pulled away, only to push me on the bed, then followed. He would have fallen on top of me with all his weight but he had first landed with his arms before gently lowering the rest of his body on top of me, taking my lips again. There was urgency in the way he kissed me; in the way he glided on me as if he’d been holding and bottling himself for so long. I didn’t mind. It was overly appreciated by me. I parted my legs to feel his lower body better. My own heat was back and had matched his in seconds. I grabbed his butt and pulled it closer to me, moaning as my body trembled with excitement. I was finally feeding it. He slipped his hands into my big shirt and dragged roughly at my skin, pulling and rubbing as he went up.
Our Hearts Beat For Anne The Future is Here
Anne I felt him move up, stopping directly over my face. I thought he would pull the pillow away, so I tightened my hold on it, but he made no move to do that. Weirdly, his hands were still where I last felt them, and I wasn’t seeing his expression cause of the pillow over my head. A few moments later, I felt his hand slip out of my shorts. I was worried. I decided to remove the pillow, but he beat me to it. He pulled it over and stared at my face. He wasn’t smiling, neither was he angry. He had an unreadable expression on his face that, somehow, retained the intensity in his eyes. “Are you disappointed?” I asked, roaming my eyes around his face to decipher, even if was the tiniest thought. He was going to answer, but footsteps outside my door sent us flying apart. He flung himself off the bed, while I adjusted my shorts and shirt, then sat up on the bed, waiting for the knock that never came. The footsteps went downstairs and walked around the kitchen area for a while. It was ac
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Sleepless Night
Anne I laid on my bed, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. My mind was weighed down with a burden heavy enough to flatten a car. Vincent hadn’t picked Andrew’s call. He had called severally but he didn’t pick up. He had slid it inside his pant pocket and grabbed my hang, resuming the back and forth flinging as if nothing had changed the air around us. He was dreading the future, too. On reaching the bus stop, the cab he ordered earlier was already waiting to pick him up. Before he entered, he had placed a soft kiss on my lips and had whispered that we’d see later. That moment reminded me of the night that changed everything. I had brought up Andrew, and his mood had changed. He had tried to hide it like before, but I knew he felt uneasy and disturbed. Nevertheless, he called me when he got to his hotel room and we spoke for an hour before we called it a night. I couldn’t sleep though. The love Vincent and I shared was forbidden now, and I didn’t know how to come to terms with th
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Relief
ANNE It was my first time entering the hotel that was now known as the medical hotel by a good number of people in Umende. Being where all the visiting medical personnel lodged, a lot of protocols were being followed before one can enter or leave the premises. I spent close to thirty minutes waiting in line to get checked at the entrance. Vincent had told me of these processes and had suggested we met at my house, but stubborn me insisted on going to his hotel. They shut a lot of places down because of the lockdown, so we hadn’t many options. It was either my place, which I was so not agreeing to, or I go to him as a medical volunteer. The latter I did. He said he had a meeting with his team that morning and had opted to come to pick me up in the afternoon. Again, stubbornly, I insisted I waited for him at the reception, cue in my prolonged waiting at the beautiful gate. The event of yesterday disturbed me a lot. I needed to let it out, and I needed to do that as soon as possible b
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Were you Disappointed?
Anne “Oh sorry! I didn’t know you had a visitor,” she said when she peeped through his shoulders and saw me sitting on the bed. ‘So, if he hadn’t a visitor, what was she going to do?’ my angry mind yelled at her. I know I was reading more than it was to the whole Dr. Arya thing. Honestly, I didn’t have a problem with her. She was a beautiful and jovial soul from my brief encounter with her. The only thing was that I felt I’d messed things up with Vincent and his family. If someone as blameless and lovely as her enters the picture, everyone was likely to let go of the problematic Anne and glide towards her. “Hi Anne,” she waved over Vincent's shoulders. “Hi Dr. Arya,” I replied as enthusiastically as possible. “It’s nice seeing you again after a dreadful encounter,” she said with a kind smile. “Same here, doctor,” I replied, imitating her smile. She turned back to Vincent and mumbled a few things to him, then handed him something, turned to the side, and walked off. When Vincen
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Memory Lane
Anne It all felt like a dream. The moments with Vincent felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. He transformed what I had imagined was going to be the worst year of my life to the exact opposite. He showed me the true meaning of love and care. Not just towards me, but to my family. He visited almost every evening to have dinner and spend time with us. It was now a routine to discuss health matters with mum during dinner, play with Joan till she goes to bed, then chat with Makayla and me till the late hours of the night before going back to his hotel. On weekends, we would all go on a brief stroll to the park. Sometimes, Makayla would call her boyfriend Matthew and he’d join us. The lockdown created a lot of restrictions, but it didn’t deter our fun. We made use of the open places and kept the social distance in crowded areas. On days he couldn’t make it due to work, I’d scurry over to the hotel, spend annoying minutes at the entrance, then spend the remaining beautiful b
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Come Home With Me
Anne“Where is Jaden now?” Vincent asked from where he lay on my chest.“I don’t know,” I replied, staring up at the ceiling. “After high school, he left for the states to further his studies.”“You didn’t keep in touch?” he asked while playing with my fingers. He’d been doing that for a while now.“No. We drifted apart after I’d said no to his relationship request. I think I bruised his ego or something,” I said thoughtfully. “He’d heard so much about my rejecting spree and had even experienced first-hand one of my mum’s lectures against having a boyfriend, but somehow he felt he was different. Maybe because he was the only boy my mum allowed into the house to study with me. Plus, she always gave him her homemade cookies and milk. Yea, he felt special.” I narrated, toying with his soft hair.“Although…” I continued, “I searched him on F******k and found him. But he looked totally different from the lanky kid I knew back in high school. He was all grown with facial hair and muscles. I
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Tension
Anne I braced myself as we entered Vincent’s family house. We had gone straight to his house and dropped our stuff right after we landed, before heading for the family house. I was scared. More like terrified. I knew things weren’t going to go down so well. All I did was brace myself for the worst and hope my defense would hold. The entire house was eerily quiet when we arrived. It was still the early hours of the evening, at about 6 pm. The time I was here, 6 pm, was dinner time. Everybody would have come down and the house would’ve been alive with chattering and sounds of cutlery against plates. But that wasn’t happening. Before returning, we had discussed deeply the challenges we would face when we got back. It was during this discussion that I told him about Joshua and the info he shared with me before I left. Vincent told me that Joshua had told them everything before traveling, but the tale wasn’t as detailed and disturbing as mine. Being the manipulative guy he was, I knew J
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