Chapter 4

He opened the door, frozen and bewildered at the doorway before rushing toward his bag on the bed beside her. Frantically, he began packing his belongings, a mix of shame and fear evident as he avoided her gaze, while she observed him with wide eyes.

The sinking feeling had engrossed his head into thinking that she might have discovered his secret, that she might have overheard him, moaning in the washroom.

The realization hit him further that he might have to leave the college, that his life as he knew it was about to end. Nothing would remain the same, and his reputation was on the verge of being tarnished by his hidden truth. He was about to lose it all.

However, what she was thinking was different. Sitting on the bed, she gently gripped his wrist, preventing him from leaving or moving. "Where are you going?" she calmly but worriedly asked, studying his agonized face, looking down at his bag, and his trembling body.

He was trying not to say anything or maybe he didn't know what do to or how to react. It was like he had seen a ghost. Yet, It was like the calmness before the disaster.

When she fed him an apple, she wasn't expecting him to try to leave, rather she was expecting him to lie, or make excuses. But the scenario in front of her was totally different. A scenario she couldn't read at all.

"I'm going home," he stammered, attempting to pull away with no strength and looking around anxiously. "Do you plan never to see me again?" she inquired calmly, tightening her grip on his wrist, sensing an unexpected emotion rising within her.

He nodded bashfully as if making a statement, still struggling to free himself. Answering his struggles, she yanked him to stand still with strength as she stood up, facing his astounded eyes.

The closeness between them was palpable, with only an inch separating them, close enough to hear each other's breaths. "Is it because I know?" she questioned, observing him hide his eyes as if he had been caught.

"How long have you known?" With courage, he questioned, his mind filled with doubts about every interaction they had, his heart sinking in his chest.

"I had a suspicion," she replied, watching him shut his eyes with tension. "Why did you do that?" he whispered, fisting his hands and referring to the moment when she fed him an apple. "Everything is ruined now. Everyone will think I'm a pervert," he added, his eyes starting to well up with fear before she could say anything.

That was the moment when she saw the fear in his eyes. That was the moment she felt an ache in her heart. "Why would anyone think that?" she responded, bewildered.

"Because it's weird. It's wrong," he exclaimed, finally freeing his wrist from her grasp and showing a new feeling in his eyes—anger.

She felt rejected at that moment, neglected to be the best description.

"It's not!" she stammered, taken aback by his distraught appearance. She did not expect him to get angry. She did not think that the situation would take a U-turn.

"Is this some kind of game for you? Are you going to make me a joke?" he accused, wiping his tears with his palms and glaring at her.

"No!" she quickly denied, gripping both of his wrists again, attempting to explain. "Let me go!" he resisted with tears, creating a struggle between them to break free from her. "You must have enjoyed this. You were probably laughing every time I left after seeing you," he accused, letting his anger take control.

"No!" she kept denying his accusation until she could no longer. He wasn't ready to listen. He accused her of having bad intentions toward him.

She tightened her grip on his wrists, pushing him against the wall beside the bed, knocking down paintings in the process.

"I don't think you're weird or a pervert. And I'm not making fun of you!" With her hands on the wall beside his body, she stated boldly, glaring to make him believe her words.

"Then why did you do this?" he shouted, crying harder, leaving her heart in turmoil. "Tell me!" he demanded repeatedly, cutting her off before she could say anything, leaving her no way to calm him down but to silence him with a sudden action.

She pressed her lips against his, astonishing him, making his body freeze, his hands fist, and his eyes widen. She kissed him gently, cupping his face, not dominating but offering comfort.

"If I think anything about you, it's that you're beautiful and different. I find everything about you intriguing. It's something I can't get out of my mind," she whispered tenderly, so close to his face, trying to soothe his bewildered eyes with her comforting eyes.

"You're lying," The kiss might have worked because his shouting tone had lowered to a whisper. "Then why would I kiss you?" She added, being as soft as she could with him.

But he pushed her away, sinking into a chair, his hands moving between his legs as he sobbed. "You're lying. How could you think that?" He stated, feeling confused by her actions and words. If she did not find him weird, she could have just asked. Why would she do something like that?

His head was once again in a rush, confusing and tormenting him, making him utter mindlessly. "It's weird. It's not normal." His breaths went out of his control alike his head not making him realize her approaching steps.

She halted before him, gently grasping his wrists again, sitting on his thighs. Placing his hands around her waist, she put her palms on his face, once again bewildering him. "What are you doing?"

Without any response, she wiped his tears with her thumbs, gazing into his eyes, and softly planted her lips on his once again. This time, he pulled away, questioning her, "Why are you doing this?"

"You're beautiful," she whispered, sliding her fingers into his hair and inclining her lips towards his neck. She then kissed his neck, numbing his senses and tears. Somehow comforting him. "You're lying," he whimpered, feeling her lips plant warmth and calmness on his skin.

"I want to prove you wrong," she whispered, biting his neck and urging him to gasp, still sensitive from before in the washroom. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to find out and be sure. To finally be sure about how special and beautiful you are." She poured like honey, melting him and on him.

Her lips moved to the other side of his neck, making him grip her tighter. "Why?" He whimpered as her teeth dug into his neck, gasping as she bit him harder.

"I told you I love beautiful things. I love everything that is beautiful," she stated. "Can you please show me? Show me how it happens." She paused, looking at him with demanding yet soft eyes, like hypnotizing him.

"I won't force you if you don't want to," she added, making him bashfully pick up a piece of apple from the table and put it in his mouth. He chewed it, looking at her while she watched him, waiting impatiently.

Within a minute, he started wriggling, prompting her to stand up and watch him moan, gripping the chair. His face flushed, and his pants bulged.

Suddenly, the environment had changed. Emotions and reactions took a new face. But whatever will happen ahead will leave its trace.

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