Tala
I have never been fucked by anyone the way he fucked me. Now I know what it feels like to want something this much and I am not letting it go. Not now and not ever.
I open my eyes and the bed is empty. I jumped up with the worry that he would get scared and ran again. "Hey,'' I hear his voice so I move to the direction of it. He is seated on the small chair by the corner, and he is fully clothed. I don't know where he got the clothes from--he must have gotten into someone's room. The morning sun shines on its features and all I want in the moment is a repeat of last night.
"What are you doing?" My words come out as an accusation, but they don't feel accusatory at all because if anything we both were caught off guard yesterday when we didn't talk about our feelings before sex happened between us.
"I should leave before they all wake up,'' he breathes out but that panic still stirs inside of me.
I don't want him to leave.