KASMINE.
The scent of garlic and butter filled my nostrils, the soft hus of a movie filling the quiet room as I twirled a forkful of spaghetti around my fingers. The fairy lights above us cast a golden glow over Jake’s face, highlighting the quiet adoration in his eyes every time he looked at me. And he looked at me a lot. Like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
I tried to focus on the movie. Some sappy romance Claire hd gushed about weeks ago, where the leads were caught in an angsty, slow–bun love that made my chest for tight.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this movie.
Because all it did was remind me of another setting. Another room. Another man..
Kester.
I had beercurled up on the couch in his living room, flipping through movie options, when he had grabbed the remote from my hand and chosen a film I never would’ve expected him to watch. A romance.
We had watched in an uncomfortable silence until that cursed scene where the male lead pressed the heroine against the bed and fucked her. I felt Kester shift beside me.)
I turned my head just enough to catch the way his chest rose and fell. The way his fingers flexed against his thigh. The way his eyes darkened, heat simmering behind them as if he had been picturing something else.
Something involving me. Before I felt the hard outline of his erection poking my ankle….
I took a slow breath.
No.
Tonight wasn’t for Kester. It wasn’t about him in any way.
Tonight was for Jake.
So, I forced myself to look at him.
To really look at him.
His dark eyes were already on me as if he had been waiting for me to meet his gaze. He had that soft, patient smile
-the kind that made my heart squeeze for all the right and wrong reasons.
I let myself take in the way his dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his jaw clenched just slightly. whenever I caught him staring at me for too long as if he was fighting the urge to say something he wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.
I set my fork down, smoothing my hands over the soft fabric of my dress–Kester’s dress. Guilt pricked at me, but I shoved it down. Jake didn’t deserve my half–hearted attention. He didn’t deserve to be a second thought.
So, I did something I hadn’t done in a long time. I leaned in resting my chin in my palm, and let a small, genuine smile tug at my lips. “You keep looking at me like that,” I teased, tilting my head, “starting to think you have something to say to me.”
Jake let out a breathless chuckle, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair. “What if I do?”
The atmosphere between us shifted, something heavier settling in the space where easy conversation used to be.
I should have laughed it off. I should have made a joke and steered us back to safe waters.
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But I didn’t. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “Jake…”
His fingers shifted from my hair to the side of my cheek, caressing gently as he looked into my eyes in a way that made my heart melt.
His thumb stroked my cheek, his touch featherlight, as if afraid I might pull away. I couldn’t breathe. Not with the way he was looking at me.
I let myself drown in the warmth of his touch, in the
quiet longing in his dark eyes.
Then, slowly, as if giving me time to stop him, Jake leaned in. His lips brushed against mine, soft and unhurried.
It felt like a gentle question.
And for once, I didn’t hesitate. I answered him.
I kissed him back.
His hands cupped my face, tilting my head slightly as he deepened the kiss, his lips molding against mine in slow, sensual strokes. His fingers curled into my hair, his grip tightening just slightly like he didn’t want
Gods.
let me go.
Jake kissed like he had all the time in the world. Like this moment–this kiss–was something to savor. Something to etch into his memory.
And I let him.
There was no urgency. No roughness.
Just warmth
Just a slow, consuming pull that made me forget every reason I had to hold back.
I let my hands drift up, fingers threading through the dark strands of his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. He groaned softly against my lips, his body pressing closer, his warmth seeping into me, making my head spin.
The way he sighed into my mouth. The way his body pressed against mine. The way his fingers traced the line of my jaw, down the slope of my neck, before settling on my waist, pulling me closer.
He shifted, guiding me with him until my back met the soft blanket beneath us.
The large window opposite us was cracked open, letting in the cool night air, the curtains swaying slightly.
It felt too intimate. Too dangerously perfect.
But I didn’t stop him.
Not when he hovered over me, his lips trailing slow, reverent kisses along my jaw.
Not when his hand slid beneath the hem of my dress–Kester’s dress–pushing it up, gathering the fabric at my hips, and exposing my thighs to the cool air.
Not when his fingers traced slow, lazy circles around the sensitive skin there, exploring with a tenderness that made my chest tighten and sent shivers dancing up my spine.
But the moment his touch drifted higher–toward the place no one but ‘him‘ had ever touched–my body tensed.
“Jake.” My voice came out breathless, shaky.
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His hand stilled immediately. He lifted his head, eyes searching mine. “Too mu
1 swallowed hard, nodding “I can’t. Not tonight.”
Jake exhaled, his fingers retreating as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. “Okay.”
Just like that?
No frustration? No disappointment?
Just pure understanding?
And that? That almost made my chest ache more than if he had been upset.
I suddenly felt the need to make it up to him. To do something that would make him happy. I wasn’t blind to the evidence of his arousal pressing hard against his sweatpants. It made me feel even more guilty.
“I can… Help you with that if you want,” I said in a soft tone, gesturing at his hardness. A blush crept up his cheek, and he quickly looked away.
“You don’t have to, Mine. I’ll be fine.” He said, always too modest, as usual.
“I insist,” I said, standing up from the blanket and guiding him to stand before me while I knelt, slowly pulling down his sweatpants.
The cool air from the half–open window slapped my face, making me feel strengthened and refreshed as whatever heat Jake had aroused in me dissipated. My gaze darted outside the window, and a sudden chill spread across my skin, almost as if I was being watched by someone. But there was no one there.
I brushed it off.
My fingers grazed the skin of his moderately sized dick, and he sucked in a deep breath. He stiffened slightly, his hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. His eyes darted away, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
He was shy.
“Never been touched before?” I asked him in a teasing tone.
“I have… Just not by a woman I am madly in love with,” He replied, and his response spurred me further.
It was almost endearing to see how different he was from Kester.
I twirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, which was already dripping with precum.
“Ah.” He moaned as his hip stiffened.
I stroked him gently, dragging my fingers along his length, relishing the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch
I sucked. Slowly. Passionately. Intentionally. I enjoyed every bit of his innocent reaction. I liked the fact that I could unravel him and make him shake the way he was.
I glanced up at him, drinking in the sight of him above me his dark hair falling into his face, his lips parted, his eyes hooded with total surrender.
He looked beautiful like this.
Vulnerable.
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His head tipped back as I sucked harder and faster, taking his whole length deep inside my throat. It wasn’t so difficult as he wasn’t as big as Kester.
A low, shaky moan escaped him, his hips jerking ever so slightly into my hand before he caught himself, his fingers gripping the hem of his shirt like he needed something to hold on to.
I smirked. “You can touch me, you know.”
Jake shook his head quickly, his jaw clenched. “I–If I do, Imight-“He cut himself off, his cheeks flushing darker.
I felt a sudden wave of something warm curl in my stomach. He respected me.
I dragged my hands up his thighs, feeling the taut muscles beneath my fingers, savoring the way he shuddered at my touch. His hips jerked slightly, and he sucked in a sharp breath like he was struggling to hold himself back
“Fuck, Mine,” he breathed in a strained voice. His fingers twitched at his sides, his self–control crumbling You’re Gods, you’re perfect.”
I hummed in response, the vibration pulling another deep moan from his lips
I flicked my gaze up to watch him fall apart, to see the way his lips parted and his brows furrowed in pleasure-
But something else caught my eye.
The window.
My body locked.
My stomach turned to ice.
I blinked rapidly, willing for the image before me to disappear, but it didn’t
Someone was standing by the window. And it was none other than my worst nightmare.
Kester:
He was standing motionless outside the window, his face half–cast in a shadow, his presence nearly blending into the night. But I saw him.
Oh, gods, I saw him.
His eyes–dead, hollow, colder than I had ever seen them–fixed on me, on what I was doing
Watching
Looking.
I felt my breath hitch, my fingers pausing, my body tensing so hard I thought I might shatter. My heart slammed against my ribs, a cold sweat breaking across my skin.
No.
No, no, no.
This wasn’t real. He couldn’t be here.
Jake groaned above me, shifting slightly. “Mine-
His trembling fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back slightly as if urging me forward. He was close to his
release.
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For a second–just a second–his hand obstructed my view of the window.
1 gasped, my heart hammering, panic clawing up my throat
I jerked my head immediately again, shifting my gaze back to the window but… To my utter dismay, it was empty. There was no one standing there. Almost as if there was never anyone there in the first place.
My stomach clenched so hard I felt sick. I swallowed hard, by pulse roaring in my ears.
Was this an imagination?
No. It couldn’t be. I could swear with my life that Kester was the one I had just seen. I couldn’t be mistaken.
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