HANA I was pushing and pulling; hitting him on his chest, pushing him away while leaning into him more to deepen the kiss and tightening the hold of my legs around my waist. He groaned into my mouth as he pulled back for a second to put me down on the bed. I reached out to his shirt, unbuttoning it, franticly. His lips find mine once again as he undid the remaining buttons. I peeled off his shirt. The sight of chest hair, his sculpted abs, and the erratic rhythm of his heart under my hand brought memories I keep hidden in my heart. He was mine. I was his. I hadn't realised it then. We truly belonged to each other, and I wasted most of my time on work and overthinking. Just one chance, I will cherish every moment I get to spend my time. "I missed you," He murmured against my neck. "I missed you every fucking second. You have no idea how torturous it was to see you in the same room and not be able to have you in my arms." He held my chin, pulling me to him

HANA "Don't you dare?" I warned him. Bash snickered at me and continued doing his very annoying job, measuring my body with his hand. "Three," He cheered, pressing his thumb between the valley of my breasts, eliciting a shaky breath from my body. "Four," He says, his thumb pressing my belly button. I smacked his hand away, making him chuckle. He moved my top aside despite my attempts to get his hand away from my skin. His touch, warm and safe spread across my waist. I sucked a breath, momentarily closing my eyes before I was reminded of what had happened. "You refused me," I snapped, turning my head to glare at him. The way Bash propped himself upon his elbow, his head resting on his palm as he casually slid his hand across my waist carefully so that he wouldn't touch the bruise on my side made me feel fuzzy inside. The butterflies came alive. "You refused me," I murmured, pouting at the ceiling. When was the last time I pouted? Never. Bash sure

BASH The aroma of fresh coffee, something caramel and nuts lured me out of my bedroom. I woke up late again which hadn't happened in all the months I had stayed alone. A smile tugged my lips when I saw her standing on her tiptoes and assessing the storage boxes on an upper shelf in the kitchen. I was angry when I got up and didn't find her beside me. It has always been like this before. I slept a lot when she was with me which used to result in her waking up and making breakfast. The images of last night flooded my brain, making my morning erection much harder to bear. I walked towards her and pulled her to me by her hips, making sure my cock pressed into her curvy ass. She gasped in my mouth as I crashed our lips, forcing my tongue inside her mouth. She yelped a little when I fondled her boobs. They fit perfectly in my hands. Everything about her is so perfect as though she was made for me. I was convinced it wouldn't be the case for the last one and a half years. But