As Kaden and I arrived at my house, the memories of our past relationship swirled in my mind, but I couldn't resist reaching out to him. I convinced him to come over, despite the breakup, and my mom had grown tired of my tearful lamentations. So, she suggested I talk to him, and here we were, both sitting on the couch.
I watched as Kaden picked up a bottle of alcohol and grinned at me. Despite my inner turmoil, I forced a smile, dropped my bag, and joined him on the couch. We started drinking, and as the alcohol took effect, my emotions surged to the surface.
"I just hate him, you know? If I ever see him, I just want to rip out his stupid everything," I vented, my annoyance evident.
"Mhmm, he's very annoying," Kaden agreed, playfully tossing his shirt at me, which made me laugh.
Trying to lighten the mood, I turned on the TV and played some music. The room filled with our laughter as we danced, but the warmth made me uncomfortable. I decided to shed my clothes, ending up in just my underwear and bra.
"This is the most fun I've had in a while," I laughed, feeling liberated. Kaden placed his hands on my waist, and we were drawn closer.
I took another swig from the alcohol and sat back on the couch. Tugging Kaden towards me, I kissed him impulsively.
"You're drunk," he whispered cautiously.
"I know," I giggled, brushing off his concern and kissing him again. Our making out slowly intensified as Kaden gently pushed me onto the sofa.
"Your mom will be here in a minute," he reminded me, a hint of worry in his voice.
"I know," I smiled mischievously, unfazed by the imminent interruption. Our intimacy continued, but our fun was short-lived as my mom walked in, catching us in the act.
"You two having fun?" she said playfully, joining in our laughter, while Kaden groaned in embarrassment.
He rested his head on my stomach as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, and a sense of comfort enveloped us.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming so early," Kaden apologized, glancing at my mom.
"It's okay, Kaden. You can stay here tonight. Your parents are having a date night, and they probably won't want you coming home if you know what I mean," my mom chuckled, revealing her understanding and approval.
"Yeah, I'll stay," he grinned, and my mom went upstairs, giving us some privacy.
"Sleepover," I grinned at the thought, teasingly.
"Speaking of sleep, we should do that," he suggested with a smile. Before I knew it, he playfully picked me up, and I tapped his back in a rhythm that made him laugh.
Landing on my soft sheets, Kaden tossed a shirt my way. I hugged him from behind, savoring the closeness of the moment.
"Get dressed," he chuckled, his playful demeanor making my heart flutter.
"I want a hug," I mumbled, my longing evident as I buried my face into his back.
"Get dressed, and you can have a long hug," he responded, turning around to reveal his warm smile, the kind that could melt away my worries.
With a mixture of reluctance and anticipation, I obeyed, slipping into a small shirt. As I prepared myself, I couldn't help but wonder how this simple act of getting dressed could lead to something more.
Finally ready, I joined him, feeling a sense of comfort envelop me as he wrapped his arms around me. His hug felt like a safe haven, a place where all my troubles dissolved, and it was just the two of us, connected by an unspoken understanding.
But the day had taken its toll on me, and as we stood there in each other's embrace, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. The exhaustion of my emotions weighed on me like a heavy cloak, and I could resist it no longer.
In the sanctuary of his arms, I climbed into bed, seeking solace in the softness of the sheets. The day's events and emotions swirled around in my mind, but the comfort of his presence lulled me into a peaceful slumber.
With him by my side, I instantly fell asleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, I found tranquility in the warmth of his hug and the promise of what the future might hold.
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As I woke up to the sound of running water in the bathroom, I couldn't help but groan and rub my eyes. "Kaden," I called out, but there was no response. I sighed loudly and noticed I was only in a small shirt, so I quickly wrapped the blanket around my shoulders, ensuring it draped around my body.
Stepping into the bathroom, I found Kaden there, his face and neck lathered with shaving foam, razor in hand. He looked up at me with his captivating green eyes. "Shaving," I said with a smile, and he returned the gesture, "Yeah," he chuckled.
Without thinking twice, he leaned in and kissed me, leaving my lips smeared with shaving foam. I wiped it off and watched as he continued to carefully shave his face.
"Can I give it a try?" I asked, looking at him eagerly. He stopped shaving and looked at me, his lips parting slightly. "Sure, just be careful not to cut my face. I can't afford any scars on this beautiful face," he smirked playfully as I tossed the blanket into the laundry basket.
Perching myself on the counter, he smiled at me. I picked up the razor, and our eyes locked as I gingerly ran it over his face, still able to admire his perfect jawline peeking through the shaving foam.
I slowly put the razor on his lower neck and shaved in an upwards direction, i looked down and his hands and saw the veins popping through his hands.
As I gazed at his closed eyes, I carefully placed the razor down. "You can tell me if something's wrong," he whispered, concern etched in his voice.
"I-i can't," I replied in a hushed tone and retreated into the shower, seeking solace in the running water.
His mesmerizing allure overwhelmed me, stirring emotions I struggled to contain. I yearned for him, but it was too early to entertain such thoughts.
"Are you okay?" he inquired with his deep morning voice, the sound reaching me amidst the shower's rush.
"Yeah," I responded, my voice barely audible over the cascading water.
"Really? Because you don't usually walk out on me mid-conversation," he remarked, sensing my inner turmoil.
"I just don't want to talk about it, alright?" I snapped, the turmoil within me demanding silence. He remained silent, leaving me to grapple with my emotions.
"Why not, Naomi? You always talk to me—" he began, only to be interrupted by my outburst.
"Just leave me alone," I snapped, regret seeping in as my anger lashed out, even though it wasn't entirely his fault.
"Nao—" he tried to speak again, but I cut him off this time.
"I'm sexually frustrated, okay? Just leave me alone," I confessed, annoyance evident in my voice.
"Yeah, well, so am I, Naomi," he retorted, revealing his own vulnerability.
"I DON'T CARE, KADEN, JUST LEAVE," I shouted, the frustration overwhelming both of us.
Amidst the charged atmosphere, silence settled like a thick fog. I heard nothing but the echo of my own words. Then, the tap ran, filling the air with its soft rush before coming to a halt.
The steam from the shower filled the room, and I observed the bathroom door closing. Feeling defeated, I sighed and sank onto the shower floor, tears mingling with the hot water that cascaded over my body, unable to wash away the turbulent emotions that engulfed me.
Kaden
I didn't want to see her cry, and I sensed she needed space. The tension lingered in the air as I glanced at the pictures adorning her wall and sighed heavily. Putting on my clothes, I made my way downstairs, pulling my hood up as if it could shield me from the emotions swirling around.
Stephanie, her mom, was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. "Hey Kaden, good morning," she greeted me warmly. I turned to face her, mustering a faint smile. "Good morning," I replied, my mind preoccupied with the argument that had transpired.
"Are you heading home?" she inquired, sensing the tension between Naomi and me.
I swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact as I nodded. "Did you and Naomi get into an argument?" she continued, concern evident in her voice.
Again, I nodded, feeling uneasy about discussing the details with her. Stephanie picked up a glass of wine, seemingly trying to lighten the mood. "When you're my age, you should start drinking this stuff," she chuckled, offering the glass to me.
I took a sip, the taste bittersweet against my lips. Placing the wine glass back on the table, I attempted a chuckle. "You know what you should do, get drunk," she playfully suggested.
I laughed along with her, but my mind was still occupied with Naomi and the weight of our unresolved issues. Making my way to the front door, I turned back to Stephanie. "Tell Naomi to text me when she's feeling okay, and tell her I'm sorry," I said, genuine concern in my voice.
It was then that Stephanie shared her heartfelt advice, speaking as both a mother and a friend. "She loves you, Kaden. I think she always has. Please treat her right. I can't bear to watch her cry in her room every night over this relationship. If you love her, prove it to her and make her happy. But if you aren't happy with the relationship, I really just need you to let her go."
Her words hit me like a tidal wave, the weight of responsibility and love crashing upon me. Nodding solemnly, I glanced at the door, unable to find the right words to respond. "I, uh, I'm sorry," I managed to say before leaving their house, my heart heavy with the realization of the choices I've recently made.
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As I arrived back home, the silence enveloped me, pushing me towards the comforting familiarity of the alcohol cabinet. "MOM, DAD," I called out, but no response came from the empty house. Seeking solace, I invited Amy over, hoping for a distraction from the turmoil inside.
We sat on my bed, reminiscing about the fun times we once shared, her smile evoking a sense of nostalgia. When Amy leaned in for a kiss, I hesitated, knowing that I was already with someone else, Naomi. "I'm with someone," I whispered, my conscience pulling me back.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Amy whispered seductively, attempting to sway my resolve. But I knew better and stayed firm. "I'm not you, Amy," I replied, trying to resist the temptation.
Undeterred, Amy persisted, pushing me onto the bed, her alluring presence becoming harder to resist. Her lips found their way to my neck, tempting me further. "Amy," I whispered, wrestling with my desires.
"I know you miss me," she teased, playing with my emotions. For a moment, I gave in to the temptation, returning her kiss, before finding the strength to stop myself. "You can go home now," I whispered, trying to put an end to the dangerous game we were playing.
Amy refused to leave, her hand tracing down my chest as she tried to seduce me further. "Oh come on, have a little fun. What's wrong? You used to be so much fun," she goaded, testing my resolve.
Finally, I opened up about my pent-up frustrations. "You want to know what's wrong? I'm sexually frustrated. I haven't been touched in a long time, and I'm going crazy just waiting for Naomi to even touch me," I confessed, my desire and longing laid bare.
Amy's kiss drew me in again, and for a moment, I couldn't resist the pleasure. We passionately made out on the bed, my inhibitions fading away as I kissed her neck slowly, feeling her response in her groans of delight. "I've missed you so much," she whispered, further clouding my judgment.
"Stop talking," I urged, and we gave in to the raw, primal desires that had taken hold of us, consumed by the moment.
As Amy voiced her concern about Naomi walking in on us, my vulnerability surfaced. "She doesn't want me," I whispered, feeling torn between my feelings for Naomi and the passion that Amy ignited in me.
"But you want her," Amy pointed out, trying to pry into my emotions.
"Stop talking. This doesn't mean anything to me, okay? You aren't you, and I'm not me. This is just a random encounter to satisfy my needs. No feelings are involved, are we clear?" I asserted, my voice betraying my inner struggle.
Amy bit her lip, savoring the pleasure I was providing, as I continued to kiss down her stomach, both of us lost in the intoxicating moment, driven by desire and uncertainty.
Her lips curled in delight as I ventured lower, and she responded with a soft, whispered affirmation, "Mmhm, yes, so clear."
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What do you think will happen between Kaden and Amy?