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He was on top of me. His eyes locked on mine as he ran his fingers up and down my thighs. It was like a light-headed feeling, one where your mind no longer can think properly and you've officially lost control. He leans down and tastes my lips, working his way down, then tasting my neck.

My toes get a hold of the bed sheets as they hold on for dear life. This was a feeling like no other -- the torture that comes with being pleasured bit by bit.

He suddenly stops, still on top of me, he lets me see his devilish smirk. He removes his glasses and places them on the bedside table and then his shirt. He flips me over so that I am now on top and I let out a shocking squeal. His fingertips move up from the outside of my thighs and reach my lower back. I arch my back a little as he continues to feel his way up until... he unclasped my bra strap and I gasped. He places his mouth on mine and I could smell the scent of his cologne enriched with his body odor. "Remove your blouse for me," he says and I oblige.

The skin on my face and throat is hot as I touch his bare chest and begin to fall in excruciating slow designs against his lower region. He watched me through lustful eyes as I unbuckled his belt. I move my hands to unzip his pants, but he grabs to keep them still. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked, confused.

"Not at all, just not there." He pulls me in, placing his one hand on my cheek and slowly caressing it as he gently bites my bottom lip, leaving me to grasp. In a minute we had already changed position again and he was now towering over me. I scream a little, covering my breasts with my hands.

He raises his eyebrow at me and I throw him a shy-smile. I dance around the skin of my breasts as I reach for my nipples. I rotate them, throwing my head back in pleasure as he continues to watch me.

"Rossita..." he groans. I bring his hand to my breast as I lean forward to kiss him. He gently squeezes it. I lower myself more as I brush my breasts across his face. He growls, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and then the other. He grazes them gently with his teeth which drives me off the roof. He kept going, slowing himself down and I whined in frustration. He pushes my thighs apart, baring his two fingers inside of me and then his head disappears in between my legs and I am left gasping for air after screaming repeatedly at his delicious torture.

"Gomes...," I let his name linger in the air for a second . We were both staring up at the ceiling and it had been a few minutes after we had ourselves tangled between the sheets. He hums to let me know that he was awake and listening.

"What do you feel for me?" I whisper. He doesn't answer for what feels like a minute, although it was only mere seconds.

"I've answered this already," he replies and I nod, although I doubt he could see - the lights were switched off and the moon was nowhere to be seen.

"I want you to say it again."

"I like you." He says, and this time, I shifted to lay on my side to look at him. Although I couldn't make out his face in the dark, I pictured how beautiful he looked with messy bed hair.

"I'm smiling right now," I whisper and if you listened carefully, you could sense the smile in my tone.

I ended up falling asleep. I wasn't sure how it happened, but he had started speaking when I dozed off and then... I can't remember the last or first thing he had said but I remember the feeling I had as my eyes led me to a dream land.

He wasn't perfect, but you wouldn't be far-fetched if you said he was.

The coffee beans were brewing as I walked down the stairs. He had on some shorts and a t-shirt. He was readying for a jog as he handed me a cup of coffee.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks.

"Good," I tell him as I take a sip of my morning coffee. "Are you going out for a run?"

He looked at his watch before answering me. He nodded. "Holly will come by this morning with the baby."

It wasn't as if I had the option to say no and if I did, would I?

He had been gone for five minutes or so when the doorbell rang. "Hi," I say as I open the door.

"Hi." She had a vibrant smile as she carried little Laurasia on her hip.

We move to the kitchen where she places the baby on the ground and move to grab a glass to pour herself some water.

I wasn't sure of what to do or say as she easily looked more comfortable here than I did.

"I wanted to apologize for yesterday. You must think of me as a terrible person," she says.

I was shocked that she was being so apologetic; she seemed like the kind -- the nice kind.

"Not at all--" Although I thought of it and believed she was out to get me, doesn't mean I was going to admit it to her. "--he should be the one to apologize." That part was very much true, he had no right placing us in such an awkward position.

Why argue with the other girl when it's the boy that's at fault -- that's always been our mistake.

We ended up going back and forth trying to get to know more about each other until the baby started crying. A cry for food.

Orchids are her favorites as much as they are mine -- hers the red cattleya orchids and mine the royal white orchids. What was the oddity of that? One in 7.8 billion.

She mixed up the porridge and sat the baby on the counter. I watched as her mommy-senses kicked in and I sat there in awe. She put all on the line for her daughter and it showed in this moment as she eagerly fed her. "Is it yummy?" She asks her.

Maybe it isn't me who Gomes should be with -- Holly complimented him best.

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