Trust

Ten Years Ago

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He kissed her hard unexpectedly. He kissed her like he was angry like he wanted her. Badly. She opened her mouth, and he swooped in, tongue clashing with tongue.

Yuan Bojing was kissing her. He was really kissing her.

Long Xia didn't have the time to think about the fact that this was the same boy that teased and taunted her. But he was also the reason she grew stronger. Whenever he barred his teeth, she barred her nails. While he fought, she fought back.

But never once did she expect him to do this—her rival.

She was inexperienced. But from what she could tell, he was inexperienced too.

Yuan Bojing kissed her frantically, like he wanted more, like what they were doing wasn't enough. His eyes then widened, realizing what he did, and he pulled away suddenly. "Xia…I'm sorry," his voice shook, holding both sides of her face. "I wasn't thinking."

She wasn't either.

Long Xia pulled him closer until their lips met again. He froze until his shoulders began to relax, and then he fell into her softness, leaving all reasoning behind.

He kissed his way down her neck, and heat pooled at her centre. Yuan Bojing kept her against a wall, placing a knee between her thighs to keep her from sinking to the floor. She felt the friction against her centre, and she ground against him.

"Shit, Xia. That's hot," he said.

She smiled sheepishly, grinding on him as he buried his mouth onto her neck. "My…room," she suggested. "Now."

His eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she whispered blissfully in answer.

Yuan Bojing couldn't help but smile.

Long Xia then grabbed his hand, leading him to her bedroom. They stealthy walked, rearing back to a corner whenever a maid had passed by. Long Xia giggled, and Yuan Bojing chuckled whenever they were nearly caught sneaking around.

A butler was by the staircase when Long Xia had to come up with an idea of distracting him.

If she were caught, he would no doubt tell her parents, and being caught with a boy in her bedroom, at the age of sixteen no less, would cause her a stir of trouble.

If her father found out—

She shivered, not wanting to think about it, as she took a ball of yarn from a drawer and threw it across the room. The cat leapt for it but then crashed into a base and knocked over a vase. The butler reached for the animal, waving his arm at him in agitation.

They chuckled as Long Xia, and Yuan Bojing ascended the stairs.

When they made it around the corner, Yuan Bojing placed a kiss on her back, at the top of her spine.

She shuddered, turning to kiss his mouth.

"You were about to get into a room," a gentle voice said from their side. "Can you maybe take whatever is going on between you two in there? I've had enough dealing with horny teenagers in this lifetime for someone as young as me. It's difficult being the youngest."

Long Xia had hardly noticed that someone was sitting by the arched window, but her sister was sitting on an armchair flipping through her magazine, chewing gum. She wore a light pink dress that brought out the colour of her auburn hair and her piercing blue eyes. She looked so much like their father, and even at the age of twelve, she was far more mature and intelligent than most people her age.

"Please don't tell anyone," Long Xia told her.

Her sister—Long Mei—sighed. "Of course I wouldn't. Our brothers get away with stuff like this all the time, and yet you would get a harsh punishment just because you're a girl. I wouldn't break a woman's honour that way."

Long Xia smiled. "This is why you're my favourite sister."

Long Mei rolled her eyes. "I'm your only sister," she replied as she stalked away, descending the stairs and disappearing altogether.

"Your sister is loyal," Yuan Bojing said to her, snapping her attention back to him.

Long Xia smiled. "She is sweet," she said, taking his hand, opening the door behind them.

Yuan Bojing followed her inside. He looked around her room, and she realized it was the first time she let him in. Let him see what is her life and what she likes.

He looked at her stuff, gazing around until his eyes found her again, hungry.

Long Xia felt like he was swallowing her up with the intensity of his eyes. He stepped forward, his chest rising and falling.

Some part of her was thrilled and scared. She had never done this before, but it felt right with him.

Many people her age were having sex, but that was not why she wanted to do it with Yuan Bojing. She wanted to give him everything words could not convey, but perhaps their bodies could.

He kissed her lightly on her cheek, on her jaw, on her nose.

She giggled.

Yuan Bojing smiled, pressing his forehead onto hers as if he was trying to memorize every inch of this room, this moment, every inch of her.

He then laid her on the bed as he hovered over her. He looked into her eyes before he kissed her mouth gently, peering her lips open, swooping in. She sucked on his tongue, moaning.

Yuan Bojing worked clumsy hands as he removed her clothes, and when Long Xia was finally naked, she felt cold and embarrassed. But he was quick to discard his clothing to warm her with the heat of his skin pressed against hers.

He was hugging her, holding her, his cock nudged over her mound, and Long Xia felt like nothing else felt right like this.

She thought she hated this man, but she loved him beneath all of their mutual teasing and competition. She was in love with him, and that scared her.

Yuan Bojing kissed her shoulder, making his way up to her neck, then mouth. "I don't know what I'm doing," he whispered.

"I don't know either," she told him. "But we'll try."

"As long as it's with you, Xia. I want to try many times. No one else."

She chuckled beneath him, and she wondered if it was true.