Chapter 19

The doctor asked a waiter to merge our tables, and we didn't have much of a say in it. My palms are sweating. She doesn't look happy at all from the constant glare she's throwing at us.

"So, who wants to explain the whole story? We have time anyway," she says as we resume to eat our lunch.

Kevin and I exchange a look. I widen my eyes and move my chin toward him, silently telling him to start talking. He shakes his head, doing the same to me. I squint my eyes, daring him to make me speak. He clenches his jaw before sighing and finally opening his mouth.

He tells the therapist everything, from the day he sent the tweet to us, making the perfect story to tell. Doctor Santiago listens carefully, nodding every now and then as she chews on the mouth-watering pork sliced meat.

"I can't really complain since you did pay for each session. I noticed that something was off the first time you came, but I'm guessing my exercises made you grow closer since the awkwardness from the first meeting was long gone after the second session," Mrs. Santiago says.

"I'm sorry we lied to you," I say.

She waves her hand dismissively. "I'm not that mad about it. You're a couple now, aren't you?"

"They're not," her daughter speaks up first. "He doesn't want to settle down," she continues.

Kevin releases a nervous laugh. "It's not exactly that, but we have time before making it official."

The doctor hums before nodding. "Each relationship has its own story. It doesn't matter if you make it official or not as long as you make it clear what you are, but then again, if someone asks what you are, what would you answer?"

"That he's my boyfriend," I say at the same time he says that I'm his girlfriend.

My heart flutters, and I can't stop the grin from showing up. The doctor chuckles. "I can see from Nöelle's face that she was waiting to hear that from you."

You have no idea.

Shyness overcomes my body, and I can't meet Kevin's gaze anymore. I look down at my plate when a brown hand comes into view. His fingers are holding the chopsticks with a large slice of meat that he puts on my plate.

I look up, seeing him throwing me a wink. Right then, the simple gesture and his confidence make my heart go into a marathon.

Is it possible to fall in love this fast? Because I am madly in love with Kevin Bailey.

And I don't regret it one bit.

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The door of his bedroom bursts open as he pushes me against it. My arms wrap around his neck as the heated kiss makes my head spin and my pussy wet. A muffled moan comes out of me when he picks me up—his hard cock pressing against my throbbing clit.

I pull away, releasing heavy breaths. "Where are the others?" I ask, referring to his flatmates.

"Andros is out with Tam, and Adam is at the library. We've got the flat to ourselves, and I'm finally going to make you scream." Our lips meet again, his firm hands grasping my bum, pushing me closer to his hard length.

Bloody hell, I want him now.

He carries me to the bed, and I watch in awe the way he sexily takes off his shirt, revealing those defined smooth abs. I bite my lower lip, taking out my shirt as well, leaving my black lacy bra on.

Kevin eats me with his eyes, and I sit up, unbuttoning his jeans and taking down his pants and boxers to his knees.

Ten inches are looking at me as if inviting me to touch it, taste it, and savour it. I glance at Kevin through my eyelashes before taking out my tongue to poke the tip of his head.

He takes a sharp inhale before pushing me back down on the bed. "I told you I'm going to make you scream," he says, taking out my skirt and panties in one motion.

"What do you—" I gasp when he grasps my legs and pulls my lower body upward until my pussy is under his nose.

"Kevin!" I moan when he thrusts his tongue inside of me. His dark forest eyes filled with hunger are staring at me while he's licking me as if I were his favourite ice cream melting from the sun.

My legs shake, and I rest my feet on his shoulders, feeling my head starting to spin as blood rushes to my brain. Regardless, my eyes roll back at the waves of pleasure that are making me twitch uncontrollably.

He knows how to move his tongue, that's for sure. My loud pants fill the quiet room, completely covering the sound of his tongue meeting my wet pussy. My climax approaches faster than expected, and Kevin surprises me by putting his palm on my clit and rubbing it at a fast speed.

I gasp at the quickness of my orgasm. The combination of his tongue and hand leaves me breathless. I put my hands on his head, pushing him further close, and when he speeds up his palm, even more, I am a goner.

The loudest moan I've ever made comes out on its own. I am trembling under Kevin's touch, and warm liquid drips out of my pussy—lots of it.

I shake like a leaf as Kevin stares at me with pure desire. My eyes close on their own—I need to breathe again.

My boyfriend stops touching my now sensitive core, and when I take a peek at him, my face warms up at the cocky smirk. "Don't think we're done," he says, letting my lower body drop back down before hovering over me and penetrate my clenching walls.

I gasp, still shaking from before. I am so lost in my own world I don't copy Kevin's words, only seeing his mouth move. My walls are stretching to accommodate his size until they can't, and I hiss, instantly stopping him.

"I'm not going to let you walk for a couple of days after this, so brace yourself." He starts moving, making me become a panting mess once again.

Kevin's forehead rests against mine as he pounds into me at a quick pace. The bed starts squeaking. I'm sure the neighbors downstairs can hear it.

My hands hold onto his shoulders as I can't keep my voice down anymore, so I let myself loose. Without a care in the world, I scream Kevin and God's names numerous times.

He's a moaner as well, so with every thrust, a sexy deep sound rolls off of his tongue. "Fucking hell, I can't wait to be balls deep into you," he says, sloppily kissing my cheek.

I can't keep my smile down, moaning for him to go faster. He does it without a second thought, and I can feel how sweaty we're becoming. The farther we go, the rougher he gets until he also reaches his high, smoothly pulling out and coming onto my stomach.

My mouth goes dry. Kevin's hand is rubbing his pulsing cock as his eyes are rolling back at the climax. He chews on his plump lower lip until the last drop of his cum meets my stomach.

Kevin sits back on his knees, regaining his breath as sweat drips down the side of his forehead. "What time is it?" he asks, and I sit up, looking for my purse.

I notice it right outside the open door. It's too far. I lie back down, not finding the strength to lift any part of my body for at least ten minutes. I give Kevin a shrug.

He quietly snuggles me, putting his sweaty head on my chest. A tired smile manages to appear as I look down at my crush—no, my boyfriend.

He's my boyfriend now, and I love it.

to be continued...

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