After their encounter at the dark-haired father's house, several days passed where Katherina and Tom were inseparable, both at university and on park outings, filled with laughter, anecdotes, and jokes. It seemed like nothing could tear them apart, especially when the dark-haired guy had asked the dean a few days earlier to place him in philosophy and Spanish classes, not so much because he liked them, but because the brunette was in those classes. They often got distracted by silly things or engaged in brief kisses, making sure the professors didn't see them, or indulging in that typical distraction where the brunette was next to the dark-haired guy and she reached for his crotch, playing with the bulge, getting back at Tom for something he had done days ago. That, and other things, they did when no one was watching.They seemed like the explosive couple of the moment. But now, in the present, something was off. Katherina had been absent from classes for several days - four to be exa
Clara, who was sitting on the couch and feeling somewhat calmer after pouring her heart out to the dark-haired man and hearing his affection for her daughter, smiled at him and said:"Tom, Katherina is in her room. If you want, you can go up." Is that okay? "Tom asked.Clara replied, "No, of course not."Tom nodded and said, "Alright... I'll do that, but will she want to see me?""Of course she will, Tom," Clara replied. "I feel like it will be good for her to see you.""Alright, then. " Both of them stood up, and he asked, "Where is her room?""On the third floor, second door on the right," she answered, accompanying him to the staircase on the first floor. "It will be good for her to see you and have your company." Before turning around and heading to the kitchen, she said those words with a sideways sealed smile, and the dark-haired man nodded.Tom took a deep breath before starting to climb the stairs. He was adopting the mindset of understanding the brunette in this situation an
Katherina woke up at six o'clock as she would go to the hospital at that time to visit her father. She tried to silence the alarm but failed. She moved and found her head resting on her chest, hearing the steady beats of her heart. Her leg was over her groin, and she could feel what her friend Belinda used to say about an erection. She chuckled softly at the thought. His hand was on the brunette's knee, keeping her leg in place, while his other arm tightly wrapped around her waist. When she tried to move, Tom tightened his grip and murmured something incomprehensible in his sleep.Katherina moved her arm and touched his stomach, ignoring those murmurs she couldn't understand."Sweetheart, it's six o'clock," she whispered, touching him again when the dark-haired man didn't open his eyes. "Tommy..." she whispered again.Tom grunted and tightened his grip, shifting and causing Katherina to end up on top of him. She could feel his erection pressing between her legs even more than before.
Her right leg moved frantically as she watched several nurses pass by without saying anything to her. She muttered under her breath, and a sweet voice in her ear asked her to calm down. She sighed and turned to look at him, giving him a quick kiss."I'm a bit calmer now," she smiled at him, and he smiled back. "It's just that... I don't know why they haven't discharged him yet.""Because they're processing the paperwork, my dear," her mother spoke, her face brighter as she approached them.Upon arriving at the hospital, Dr. Mendez had informed them that her husband had successfully undergone surgery on his right lung, resulting in a quick recovery. Clara and Katherina shed tears of joy. He had also mentioned that the first thing he asked for upon waking up was a large double cheeseburger, which made them laugh.Now, at this moment, they were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for his release. Clara got up to fill out a form, and Katherina stayed next to the dark-haired man who cares
As the days passed, everything was improving in the most perfect way: Katherina was overjoyed by her father's recovery, as were all her friends and loved ones. The accident was gradually becoming a thing of the past, and strong Idris was in perfect condition, as if nothing had happened to him. The brunette, likewise, was also fine. She had suffered minor injuries, but everyone was still concerned about her, especially the dark-haired guy. Things between them were fantastic, and she couldn't complain or stop talking about it.She felt on cloud nine whenever Tom was around, she couldn't deny it anymore. So much so that today, she was spending the afternoon at her house, chatting with one of her best friends, Belinda. The sun was perfect, the afternoon was calm, and it was a good time to have a conversation.Belinda spoke, taking a sip of apple juice from her glass. What she was saying was the tenth time she had mentioned something like that."Katherina, my friend, this is going to cost
The night had arrived. The stars were visible, like a slightly open door despite the city's light pollution. Everything was quiet, as quiet as a certain dark-haired man who was on his way to a brunette's house. Upon arrival, he rang the doorbell, and after a few minutes, the door opened."Good evening, Miss Clara," he said as the door swung open.Clara smiled at him and replied, "Good evening, Tom. Come in, make yourself at home."Tom nodded with a half-smile and entered, feeling the warmer air inside compared to outside. They made their way to the Star's living room, where Tom noticed that Clara was dressed somewhat casually yet still looking well put together."I suppose I arrived at a time when you might be heading out," he commented, and Clara turned to look at him, saying, "Let's just say it's nothing major, just part of my routine," she shrugged nonchalantly, and Tom nodded. "By the way, how was your day at university?" she asked after a while, while putting some papers into her
Whatever game the brunette wanted to start, she was calling out every part of the dark-haired man's body. The gaze from Katherina, that chestnut-haired beauty with hints of coffee and azure, made him tremble in places he didn't know could be affected like that. What the hell was Katherina playing at? He would find out, no matter what.After a moment of silence, the dark-haired man spoke:"Katherina, darling... What game are you playing, huh?" he asked in a deep and hoarse voice, getting closer to her until she backed up and found herself cornered against the nearby wall. His right arm rested against the wall beside her head. Their gazes were locked on each other, and Tom said, "I don't know, I don't know what game you're playing... But you're playing with fire, with a game that's too big, and you can get burned, Katherina..."Katherina, her lips almost touching the dark-haired man's due to their proximity, bombarded him with three consecutive questions, with the second one making his
Here it is:The feeling of your body losing the little control it once held back. Or maybe it's just that uncontrollable desire that wants to let go. So... Behind closed doors, secrets hide, don't they? If that's the case, it's understandable how such a fire, as time went by, the flames rose higher and higher, and the control of your instincts fell further and further behind. And that was evident in a certain dark-haired man to the point that his eyes seemed like two sequined dots between the small and grandeur of what he felt.Tom spoke with a gasp:"Why do you provoke me in this way?" he asked, cornering the brunette against the nearby wall, or rather, within the room. "Answer me, Katherina. Damn it, why do you do this?"Katherina responded amidst kisses and a closeness that caused their lower parts to touch in friction."Because... I love provoking you. I'm fascinated by how your eyes focus on me like fire, and I need that. I... Tom..." She gasped his name, and the dark-haired man