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Today was my and Gyan's "official" first date since I'd been back. I didn't know what he had in store for me, but I was excited. I hadn't gone on a date I'd been this excited for in a while. I felt a little bad that all the planning was left to him, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

The only thing he let me in on was how we were going to spice up our sex life. A couple days back, Gyan and I went to a couple sex shops, and we went shopping. We bought pretty much everything but condoms. Gyan even bought a collar, with a leash.

I wasn't sure if he planned on using it on me, but he bought it.

I did know that Gyan had something up his sleeves because he told me that after I finished taking a shower, I should call him, naked.

I was hesitant, but I did just that. "Gyan!" I shouted as I stood in the steamy bathroom, stark naked. "I'm ready."

It took a minute, but he entered the bathroom, clothed and smirking with his hands behind his back. He left the bathroom door open to allow some cool air in.

I perked a brow. "What's going on?" He showed me what was in his hands, and my eyes bugged out. In one hand was lube and the other was a butt plug. "Gyan..."

"I'm going to put this inside of you," he stated, matter-of-fact.

"Both?" I tried being smart.

"If you want," he said.

"No, thanks." I moved to lean on the counter, and Gyan stood in front of me. "So, you want to put it in me later tonight?"

He shook his head. "I want to put it in you now."

"What?" He couldn't be serious.

"I want you to have this inside of you throughout our date," he said before moving in close to whisper in my ear. "Every time you feel it inside of you, I want you to think of me. I want you to know that me inside of you would be even better." I chill ran up my spine, and I wasn't sure if it was due to the cool breeze or his words. Maybe both. I looked up at him. "What do you say?" he asked.

There was only one thing to do. Without saying a word, I turned around, placed my arms on the counter, and I bent over, waiting for his next move.

"Fuck," he muttered. "You have no idea how much that turned me on." 

Gyan liked to feel in control, and I liked to give him that feeling. If he wanted to insert a butt plug up my ass, he was going to insert a butt plug up my ass.

He moved closer to me, and I kept myself relaxed. "Good," he said at my relaxed body. "This will be cold, but it won't hurt."

"You make it seem like I'm some virgin who's never had something up my ass before." I glanced back at him. "I've handled you."

He smirked. "Can you still handle me?"

I looked ahead. "We'll see."

The thing about Gyan was his...girth. It was a lot to take in.

I jerked at the cool temperature of the lube, bringing me back to the moment. "Stay relaxed," Gyan said as he rubbed it around. "Ready?" I felt the pressure at my entrance, and once the tip went in, the rest of it followed. Gyan pushed it in as far as it could go, and the flanged end pressed against the outside of my ass. "Wasn't so bad," he said as I stood upright.

"I can feel it," I said. "Not as much as a cock or a dildo, but I can feel it."

Gyan chuckled. "It's kind of hard to keep a dildo up your ass for hours while other people are around. This is practical, and you can sit with it in you."

"You should have a butt plug up your ass, too," I suggested.

"That wouldn't be as fun," he said. "Do I have to tell you again why I'm doing this to you?"

"Say it again," I said. "I wanna hear it."

He backed me up against the counter as we stared into each other's eyes. "Now, you're just being bad. You know you heard me."

"What are you going to do about it?" I challenged.

He could take control, but that didn't mean I always had to be obedient.

What was the fun in that?

The corner of his lips lifted. "You get a pass tonight." He took a step back, and I missed his proximity. "The night is all about you." He ran his hand through my mane of curls. "Get dressed."

He walked out.

With that, I put my tux on and gelled my hair. I accentuated my curls, not flattening them. I watched myself in the mirror, wanting to look my best. I liked looking good enough to feel good and to know that Gyan liked it, too.

When I was ready, I walked to the living room, and Gyan waited for me, taking in my appearance. "You're gorgeous," he said as his eyes scanned my body.

I stopped in front of him with my hands cradling his face. "You're handsome."

He was. His tux fit his form, but it wasn't tight. There was nothing sexier than Gyan in a suit.

Well, there was Gyan naked.

"Let's go," he said, and I released him, so he could grab a hold of my hand to lead the way. Every step I took, I was reminded of the foreign object inside of me. It wasn't uncomfortable, just invasive. I ignored the sensation, choosing to focus on Gyan's hand encasing mine. We were only walking to the car, but being able to do this, holding hands like a couple, left a warm feeling in me.

Gyan and I could do this. It was possible to display our affection. We just had to be patient.

We drove through Shirley Heights, me still not knowing where we were headed, but Gyan occupied my mind with chatter. I didn't mind that at all. I was feeling a little insecure about all the people Gyan had been with. It was intimidating to know that so many people had been with him the way I was when it came to sex. However, they didn't get this. This moment of us laughing and talking as we headed for our first date. I was the one who got this side of him, and no one could take that away.

When we stopped, that was when I noticed the elegant restaurant in front of us. Orlando's. I was in disbelief as Gyan opened my door for me, and to my surprise, he continued to hold my hand as we walked in. I didn't know what was better, his sense of openness and bravery or the sight around me. Bottles of wine and lights decorated the walls. The lighting was dim, and smooth jazz played in the background. The restaurant was spacious with each of its guest having some sense of privacy as everyone was scattered around.

"Gyan," I said. "This is..."

"Just enjoy it," he said as the waiter approached us.

"Just two for tonight, gentlemen?" the blonde bloke asked us.

"Yes," Gyan answered.

"Follow me." The bloke led us to our table, and he left behind the menus for food and drinks.

I was grateful Gyan and I had our own privacy. "This is beautiful. How much is it?"

"Don't worry about it," Gyan said as he unfolded his napkin. "Money isn't a problem."

For him. My whole life, money had been a problem. This reminded me of college. Gyan paid for most of our dates or anything that we did together. He hated for me to pay for myself or God forbid, him. This happened because Gyan liked to do expensive things. I had to keep reminding him to tone it down a bit, for me. When we did more economic activities, I always fought to pay for myself, at least sometimes. At times, I felt like Gyan always insisted on paying for me because he knew he had more money than me. As if I had more to lose than he did.

"Gabriel," Gyan said, bringing me to the present. "It's okay. I can spoil you."

"You always spoil me."

"And there's nothing wrong with that," he said. "You deserve to be spoiled. You work so hard, and you've survived so much. You've earned this."

I'd earned him spending his money on me.

I shook my head, convincing myself not to think about it. This was our date. We were supposed to be having a good time, and Gyan was being sweet. I couldn't hurt his feelings by being ungrateful.

I smiled. "Thank you. You're incredible."

He visibly relaxed at my words. "Good. Now, let's check out the menu."

I knew the restaurant was expensive the moment I looked at the menu.

I didn't know what anything meant.

It was like a foreign language. I looked to Gyan for help, and he knew exactly what he wanted. He told me what everything meant, and I decided to be adventurous and try duck meat. Gyan got kangaroo, and we got a third dish of rabbit meat.

"You need to try this kangaroo," Gyan said while chewing. He cut some off for me, and he brought his fork to my mouth. "Here." I opened my mouth, taking in the meat. It was very tender and filled with flavor. "Good, huh?"

"Delicious." I wiped at my mouth with the napkin as Gyan continued eating. He'd already tried my duck, and we were both periodically feasting on the rabbit meat. "This is really tasty."

"I love this place," he said. "I found it. Not my family. Not some friends. It's my place." He smiled. "Now, it's our place."

"For special occasions, right?"

He resumed eating. "Of course."

Then something hit me. "I just ate kangaroo." I had Gyan's attention. "My mates back in Sydney will be impressed."

He chuckled. "Yeah, that'll be—"

"Gyan!"

We both glanced to the side to see an Indian couple approaching us. Gyan cleared his throat, trying not to choke on his food as they came closer. The woman was portly, and the man was a little shorter than her with a beer belly.

"Gyan," the woman repeated when they stopped at our table.

"Auntie," Gyan said as he looked to the woman before shifting his gaze to the man. "Uncle. What brings you two out here tonight?"

I didn't miss the firm grip Gyan had on his knife and fork.

The man wrapped his arm around the woman. "Just having a romantic night. The older you get, you tend to forget these things."

Gyan chuckled nervously, and I cleared my throat, drawing attention to myself. "Gabriel," Gyan said, capturing my attention. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Sharma, Ishaan, Nila's husband's parents." He focused on the couple. "Auntie, Uncle, this is Gabriel. He's my—" He paused as we held eye contact. "H-he's my friend." I shouldn't have felt the wave of disappointment that hit me. "He's a friend from college."

The woman smiled. "Nice to meet you, Gabriel." The couple took turns shaking my hand.

"Glad to meet you, too," I said.

"Are you boys reuniting or something?" the man asked before looking around. "Because this is an expensive restaurant." He laughed. "It must be a special occasion."

Gyan placed his knife and fork down as he tried to keep his breathing even. He couldn't do this, so I did.

"I recently came back from Australia," I said, moving the focus to me. "We haven't seen each other in over five years, so now that I'm back, Gyan is treating me to a wonderful dinner."

The woman touched her heart. "How sweet." She looked to Gyan. "That's really thoughtful of you, Gyan."

He flashed her a smile, not saying anything. "Okay, okay," the man said. "We should get going. We've intruded on your dinner enough. It was nice seeing you, Gyan." He led his wife away. "Nice meeting you, Gabriel."

"You boys have fun," the woman called out as the couple left.

Gyan waved until they were out of view and then his shoulders slumped. "I thought I was going to pass out."

I used my fork to move the meat around. "I noticed."         

"Shit," he muttered.

"What?"

He glanced around. "I thought no one I know would be here."

"Why wouldn't they?"

He focused on me. "Because they're cheap as fuck. This place is hella expensive."

"Gyan," I said. "If it's so expensive, we need to go."

He shook his head. "Not gonna happen. That's already passed, so let's enjoy the rest of our night."

I nodded, so we continued eating. "For a second," I said, "I thought they were your aunt and uncle."

"Indians call anyone who's older than you 'Auntie' and 'Uncle,'" Gyan said. "Hell, I have some 'aunties' and 'uncles' who I don't know how or if they're related to me, but they're still 'Auntie' and 'Uncle.'"

I chuckled. I wanted to know more about the inside of Gyan's world, including his family, his extended family and everything around his life. However, as long as he remained in the closet, I would always be an outsider.

"Gabriel, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing." I ate more of my food.

"Be honest with me," he said. "Something's bothering you."

"This is our first date," I said. "It's not the time."

"If it's affecting you, then it's the time."

I wiped my hands down my face as I gathered my thoughts. "Your friend," I said with my voice wavering. I released a heavy exhale. "Will I always be your friend?"

I was the "friend" to his family all those years. Now, I was the "friend" to his "uncle" and "auntie."

Gyan closed his eyes briefly before responding. "I know this isn't ideal. I know we have to pretend certain things aren't reality to fully enjoy our moments, but it'll work out in the end."

"How?"

"It will," he said. "I'm not going to lose you again." The look he sent me, I couldn't be upset with him. "You were gone for so long, but you came back. There has to be a reason you came back."

"I was fired."

"And that sucks," he said, despite a smile on his face, "but everything was perfect enough to make you come back. It's a second chance for us. One I never thought we'll get, so I'm not going to fuck it up." He rubbed his forehead as he thought. "I don't know how it's going to play out, but I'm not going to marry Anushka, and you're not going to be my 'friend' forever." He reached over for my hand. "You've always been more than a friend."

"I know," I said. "I just wish everyone else did, too."

"I know," he said. "Just please don't give up on me. I'm not perfect."

"If I expected perfection, I wouldn't be here, Gyan," I said. "I'm here because I can handle all of you. The bad. The good. The less than desirable. I can even put up with you being in the closet and being engaged to a woman. I don't like it, but I can handle it." I covered his hand with mine. "Just don't make me wait too long. I don't know how long I can handle it."

He nodded. "I know. You're all that matters." Our hands parted, but his eyes said it all. "I'll make this right, Gabriel, even if it takes time."

I didn't want to think about this any longer. "Let's keep eating. It's a wonderful night after all."

He grinned, and that was what we did. We finished our food and talked as if nothing happened. There was no tension, only laughter and joy. When we drove back to the flat, I sat back in the seat with a grin on my face and the window down. His auntie and uncle showed up, but it was a wonderful dinner.

When we made it to the flat, Gyan grabbed my hand. "Let's go to the balcony."

He led the way, and when we stopped, my mouth dropped. He placed multiple blankets on the balcony floor, and there were pillows and a comforter.

I turned to him. "You made a bed on the balcony?"

He removed his shoes, and I followed along, kicking it to the side with our socks. "The night isn't over."

"What are we going to do?" I chuckled. "Sleep outside?"

He stared right into my eyes. "We're not getting much sleep tonight, Gabriel."

I released a shaky breath. "You want to hook up."

He turned me around to push me against the railing, me facing forward as he stood behind me. He pulled my jacket from my body, throwing it onto the chair nearby. He brushed my hair aside to kiss along my neck.

"I'm not going to hook up with you, Gabriel." He pulled my dress shirt from under my belt, and he ripped it apart, making my groan. Not again. He discarded of that, too, rubbing his hand along my chest and abdomen. "I'm going to make love to you." I whimpered, despite my efforts to hold it in. "As long and as much as you want." His hand descended to my crotch, and he massaged the area. I relaxed against him. "I'm not stopping until you tell me to stop."

I turned around, not able to control it anymore, and I grabbed his face in my hands and brought his lips to mine. He responded to my lips and touch instantly. His arms moved around me, pushing my back into the railing as he pressed into me, moving his lips against mine. His lips were addictive, but the harder he pressed me to the edge, the firmer my grip on his back was.

"Gyan," I said, out of breath as he kissed my jaw. "I don't want us to die. This railing could give out." I chuckled, but he looked at me with his expression serious.

He cupped my jaw, looking into my eyes. "I'll never let anything bad happen to you." He brought his forehead to mine with our eyes opened. "Not under my watch. I'll always protect you. You trust me, right?"

"Of course." I pushed him back, keeping us a good distance from the railing. I pulled him in close. "Now, why don't you make love to me?"

He smirked as his hands moved down to my ass before traveling to my fly. In no time, Gyan had my pants and boxers off, leaving me bare while he was fully clothed.

"Undress me," he said. "If you want it off, take it off."

I didn't have to be told twice, as I pulled, undid, removed and unbuttoned various aspects of his clothing until he was as nude as I was. As we stood in front of each other, that was when I noticed the object inside of me.

"You still feel it, don't you?" he said, and I nodded. "Gabriel. You know I prefer it when you use words."

"Yes," I said. "I feel it. Are you going to remove it?"

"Yes," he said as he made me kneel on the bed. "What do you want instead?" He joined me, turning me over on all fours as he knelt behind me.

"Gyan," I said. "You know."

"I want you to say it." That was when I noticed lube on one of the chairs. Wow. He sure came prepared. Gyan grabbed it, and I didn't miss the sound of the cap opening.

"No." I knelt upright, turning to face him. "I want you in my mouth first." I got down on all fours, grabbing a hold of his erection. "You're already hard." I gave him a couple strokes before sticking to a pace and pressure, moving up and down his length.

He threw his head back as my hand worked up and down his còck. "What can I say? I've been waiting for this moment."

I glanced up at him. "How long?" He didn't respond, lost in the pleasure. "Gyan." His eyes found mine. "How long?"

I took him into my mouth. "Fùck!" He struggled to look at me, but I maintained eye contact as I bobbed up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue along him. "I-I. Shit. Ever since you came back." I pulled him out to run my tongue along his length, alternating between licking and sucking as I paid every inch of his cöck special attention. "The moment I saw you, I just wanted to kiss you." I took his balls into my mouth, and he hissed. My hand continued to jack him off, applying special pressure to the tip of his cóck with each upward motion. "I wanted to fúck you so bad." I was bobbing again, slower as I savored the taste and feel of him in my mouth. He was so hard, but his skin was soft and moved with my lips. I could feel how warm he was and every twitch and pulse. He grabbed a hold of my head, making me still with his còck still in my mouth. "Now, I just want to love you." Our eyes stayed together as his words sunk in.

Then his còck popped out of my mouth, and I got off all fours. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Then love me."

His lips claimed mine, and his tongue aggressively found mine. His lips collided with mine as his tongue tangled with mine. We moved together, following and responding to each other's actions. This was one of the best parts about having sex with Gyan—kissing him. My hands slide along his body, from his stubble to his firm back to his soft hair. I wanted to feel all of him.

He pulled away, and we panted. "I need to have you." I got back on all fours as he picked up the lube once more. I pressed my head against the blankets, pushing my ass upward. "So sexy." He was closer. "I'm going to take it out."

I waited as he grabbed a hold of the flanged end, and he pulled gently. There was a little bit of resistance, but once it budged, it came out smoothly. I released a heavy breath as the emptiness sunk in. The object hit the balcony floor, and I instantly needed something else.

I pushed my ass towards him. "This is so hot," Gyan said as he applied a little lube on me. "I don't even think you need it. You're ready for me."

"I want something real," I said with my hands pushed out past my head. "Not some plastic."

"Like this?" The tip of his cóck brushed against my opening, and I inhaled slowly. "Is this what you want, Gabriel?" I nodded, and the tip went in. I gasped. "Words. I like your words."

He pulled out. "I want it," I said. "Put it in." He continued to tease me, putting the head of his cóck in before taking it out and repeating. "Gyan, please."

"You missed being fûcked?" He slid more in, giving a couple shallow thrusts before pulling out.

I groaned. "By you."

I hadn't been fucked in forever. I hadn't been fucked by him even longer.

"Great answer."

With a snap of his hips, he thrust in all the way, pushing all of him inside of me. "Fúck!" I shouted with my head thrown back, and Gyan ran his hand through my hair to soothe me. My head collapsed back onto the blanket. "Oh God."

Nothing could prepare you for the feeling of anything up your ass.

"You okay?" Gyan's fingers ran up and down my back.

"Yeah," I said, breathing deeper. "Just have to get used to you."

In college, I got accustomed to Gyan. In Sydney, not so much. Now, I had to adjust once more.

He gave slow, shallow thrusts, adding a little more lube, and it moved smoother. "Better?"

"Better," I said instead of nodding.

He continued at this pace, to ease me into things, but as time passed, he propped one leg up and his grip around my hips tightened. He slammed me flushed to him, bottoming out inside of me. I grunted with my mouth into my elbow, and this was the start of his ruthless thrusts. Gyan's thrusts increased as his depth was consistent, pressing into places I didn't know existed as he filled me up. It wasn't a mere in and out motion but him moving against me, our bodies meeting and reacting to each other. Every time his còck would enter me, I would welcome it, holding on with each outward stroke. Every time his thighs smacked my ass, the sound would ring in our ears along with our light pants and the sounds I tried to suppress.

Gyan rocked into me, alternating between harsh and rough to slower and sensual. The change kept me on edge, not knowing what to expect as he moved inside of me. I wanted to see him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to hold him. This was part of the reason doggie style was one of my least favorite positions, but it didn't feel less intimate. I felt him more than I felt his còck. I felt his presence. His skin and hands. His sounds. He surrounded me.

        I moaned at a particular thrust, and I clasped my hand over my mouth. "Don't," he said, as  he continued pistoning in and out of me with consistency. "I want to hear you." He smacked my ass as he thrust in, and another moan almost came out. "Loud and clear." Another smack. "Don't hold it back."

"Gyan," I whimpered as he placed his hands on my hips in a cross, having a firmer grip. "They'll hear. We're outside."

This was romantic and sexy, but we were on a balcony. If someone heard or saw us, we could go to jail.

"I don't care." Gyan pulled out, to my disappointment, and he positioned me to lay on my side on the bed. "I want them to hear you." He knelt before me, grabbing one of my legs to pull it up, so he could slide his còck into me. I groaned. "Yes, that's it. I want them to know how good I make you feel."

I held onto my leg as he resumed his motions, rocking into me at a new angle. It wasn't as deep, but it was a different sensation with him hitting different places. I glanced up at him to catch him looking down at me with his lips parted, his breaths coming out in pants and an intense look in his eyes. I reached up for his face, holding it in my hand as we held eye contact.

"Gyan."

He clasped his hand against mine, leaning into my touch. "I want them to know you feel as good as I do." He stopped for a moment to rest his head on my shoulder. "You feel incredible, Gabriel."

He brought his lips to mine, and I wasn't sure if it felt this good because of our love making or if it was because we were with each other. I didn't know which one was better, but I never wanted to leave his side. Before our lips parted, he resumed his thrusts before pulling away, grinding against me with one hand supporting him while the other stayed on my chest, to feel a part of me. I clutched onto his hand, never wanting to let go as the noises bubbled up in my throat. I groaned when his thrusts came closer together, hammering into me with delicious friction as I felt him throb inside of me.

The noises came out, but I kept them as soft as possible, and then he turned me over to face him, keeping it missionary before continuing his actions. "Fùck!" I shouted as he struck my prostate, and Gyan's pace continued, mercilessly pounding into me. "Gyan!"

"Yes!" He locked one of his hands with mine and pressed our hands near my head. "Don't hold it back." I groaned when he hit it again, and I turned my head to kiss our interlocked hands. "Oh, fûck." I could feel him expanding inside of me. "I should last longer than this."

I grabbed his head to move his face closer to mine. "With me, there aren't any expectations. I just want to be with you."

He grabbed my hand that held him to kiss the back of it. "Trust me, babe. You're coming tonight."

He released my hand to grab two pillows and place them beneath my hips. When he thrust back in, I cried out. It was the perfect depth and position as he kept tapping against my sweet spot. Gyan held my legs apart, watching himself enter and pull out as he moved within me. I placed my arms above my head, getting lost in the pleasure until I was reminded of the ache between my legs.

Before I could reach for myself, I stopped, and my eyes locked with Gyan's. "Can you make me come without me touching myself?"

He smirked. "Challenge accepted."

He didn't thrust harder or faster or deeper. He thrusted with more purpose. Aiming for certain spots as he grinded against me. He leaned over to place a fist near my head, so he could look down at me, us watching each other as we experienced each other and the pleasure together. It was cool outside, but only warmness surrounded me. Not only physical warmness, but warmness for the man above me. With each in and out thrust, I became lost in him. My fingertips ran down his back as he pressed deeply into me, stopping for a couple seconds, allowing me to just feel the fullness of him before pulling out to resume.

I brushed my fingers through the hairs on his chest as Gyan began to groan instead of pant. His thrusts were becoming more erratic as I could feel his còck preparing for releasing. "Shít," he cursed. "I need to slow down." His hips slowed, but I grabbed them for them to keep going.

"No," I said, allowing him to continuing moving as he pleased. "Come."

He shook his head, still thrusting into me with a groan. "You have to come first."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "No, I don't. You can."

"No," he said, stopping. "I have to take care of you."

We watched each other for a second. "Gyan," I said with my hand on his jaw. "You don't always have it together, and that's fine. You can fall apart around me. I'll catch you and help you get back together. You can come first, and that's okay."

He groaned before leaning back to continuing thrusting into me at an unforgiving pace. I moaned as he pounded into places that felt so good, and his fingers dug into my legs, but it made it all feel that much better. I didn't care if the neighbors heard. I didn't care if we went to jail. This moment was worth it. Gyan was worth it, and I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.

"I'm gonna..." He kept his eyes shut, not finishing his words, as Gyan's actions chased his release.

I could feel the tension between my legs, too, the more he moved within me. Every outward thrust brought me that much closer to coming.

Gyan's breathing was heavier, and he threw his head back with his eyes still closed. "Oh, fùck, Gabriel!"

That was when I felt it shoot inside of me. Thick, long strings of come filled me as Gyan groaned and shook slightly through his release. The look of pure pleasure on his face was my undoing as I cried out, a little too loudly, but I couldn't care. I wanted the neighbors to know how good he was making me feel as my own released splashed onto my chest as the wave of ecstasy washed through me. I tightened around Gyan, releasing even more come from him as my pleasure came out through the form of my climax. Our eyes always came back to each other through it, no matter how many times the eye contact was broken.

Once it subsided, Gyan pulled out and collapsed on top of me. His whole weight wasn't on me, but enough of him was. I wrapped my arms around him. "You're gonna get come on your chest."

"I don't care." He nuzzled his face into my neck. "I just want to hold you for a bit."

So, I allowed him to. Even with the come in my ass about to leak out and the come on my chest about to harden, I let him hold me. The night was surprisingly quiet, which could have been a bad thing, meaning we and our activities stood out, but I didn't care. The cool breeze blew away the perspiration on our skin, and it was soothing. My fingers didn't slide as smoothly along Gyan's skin now that he was cooler.

"Let's go in." He stood up with his hand out to me. I took it, and he pulled me up. "You have to clean up."

That was exactly what I did once we entered the flat. While he cleaned the balcony area, I cleaned myself. I didn't feel dirty. I felt loved and freed, and I didn't regret what we did.

It took some time, but when I returned to the living room, Gyan sat on the couch, naked. I hadn't put on clothes either, and I moved to sit beside him. "Hey," I said, and he smiled at me. He patted his lap, and instead of sitting on it, I straddled him. He grinned, placing a hand on my lower back and ass. "Better?"

"Amazing," he said. He moved my hair out of my face before staring at me. All joviality was gone. "I love you, Gabriel." My breath caught in my throat. "Sometimes I wonder if I have stunted emotions, and then I'm around you, and I know. I can feel everything everyone else can." He smiled. "You're just the one person in my life who can bring all of it out." He brought my face closer. "I love you."

I didn't know what to say at first. "You still love me?" I asked. "After what I did?"

He released me, but it was my time to hold onto him. "I could never stop," he said. "I was so pissed because I love you. Those were probably the worst five years of my life, even though I told myself that they were the best. I got the chance to fuck many guys, party, drink and do whatever the hell I wanted." He caressed my cheek. "But I still didn't have you."

I pulled him into a hug, breathing him in before releasing a long exhale. When I pushed back to look at him, I said, "I love you, Gyan." A look of relief flashed across his face. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't. This isn't an easy situation, but I love you enough to go through it with you."

"I know," he said.

I made him look at me. "You're mine," I said, and he listened. "You can be engaged to someone else. You can have sex with someone else. You can think you've lost me forever, but you're mine."

He wasn't Anushka's, Darian's or anyone else's. I was the one he loved. I was the one who loved him.

Gyan placed his hands over mine. "I'm yours." I pulled him into another hug, resting my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my back. "I'm yours, Gabriel."

We knew it in our hearts. I just wished the rest of the world did, too.

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