The morning sun ate my lazy green eyes with a selfish light. The side of the bed was warm as summer, empty as the air. Hazel woke up early this morning and left. Last night was incredible. My pleasure was highly perfect. The last thing I remember was Hazel and me, cuddling with each other, naked. We fell asleep while we were talking about new things and challenges in life. The sex was amazing. She was my best victim. I never felt so connected with anyone and Hazel proved me wrong. Sex to me was always about pleasure.
Until last night.
It was more than that. Our connection was strong and different. She made me feel special and took care of my body as if it was her own. She was the best. The first girl who drove me crazy in my own bed. The first girl who translated my body in different languages. Hazel was definitely the girl of my dreams. She cursed me with her skills. I was under her spell.
I jumped in the warm shower as my toothbrush killed my bad germs with a refreshing flavor.
A few minutes flew by, I was already ready. My strong cologne contaminated the air with a satisfying smell. As I made my way to the kitchen, voices murmured from a distance. Unfamiliar tones were raping my ears with confusions. My presence was finally visible to their eyes. A happy family, eating breakfast together. The table was full of different choices.
The smell in their eyes was shady and cruel.
Hazel's grandfather, grandmother, cousins, aunts, uncles.
Mr. Dean and Mrs. Maria.
They were all sitting on the grand table. O' Boy! Did I feel weird? Hell yes. It was my temporary house but I felt like a stranger. Well, I was a stranger. I didn't know half of these people. The embarrassment under my veins was enough to explode my brain on fire. I welcomed them with a good morning in my respectful tone. I drove myself next to Hazel and sat next to her. Their eyes were like stickers, their eyes glued on me, selfishly.
Like, Grandma can you just stop staring at me with your big eyes? You're scaring me!
"You-must-be-Justin's son?" Hazel's Granpa approached me. His slow tone defined his old career on our young earth.
"Yes, Indeed." I agreed, nicely.
Justin wale, My dear father's name.
"Your father was a great man. He was an amazing kid, I raised him." His missing front teeth haunted my eyes with an unexpected view. "You have his green eyes. You remind me so much of him."
"Thank you, sir." My silent pain grew a little bit more. "He was the best father."
"Hawk? How was your night?" Mr. Dean tried to change the subject as he blew me away with his dangerous question.
Mr. Dean. I slept with your daughter last night. My night was great and thank you for asking. This is exactly how I wanted to answer him but I didn't want him to find out about anything. Hazel's family was right there and I didn't know how to behave like a real man. My intentions were selfish. I wanted to tell the whole world that Hazel Brown is the best girl I've ever tasted.
A real man doesn't kiss and tell.
"My night was wonderful," I answered him, nervously. I kept thinking that he probably heard Hazel's deep moans last night in my bedroom. "How was yours?" I reversed the question to kill my suspicions.
"It was great, Hawk." He glanced at Hazel. "Sweetheart? How about you?" Hazel looked up and fixed his father straight in the eyes.
"Fine, Dad," Hazel answered, dryly.
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Her House, My Rules
Romance"You broke my first rule," I whispered in her left ear as I pulled down her underwear under the table slowly with my hungry fingers. "Why are you wearing underwear around me?" "Behave, Please..." Her voice quivered by the pleasure between her legs...
