24.

"Why did it take so long?"

I glanced up and met Anwar's gaze almost instantly after the question was fired at me. Theother person simply wore a neutral expression and walked past me to Jasper.

"Went for a drive."

Even though Anwar had answered, I felt anxious, like I'd just committed a wrongdoing. Mymind raced back to the events in the car – my clenched fists, leaving faint red marks on myskin; his lips whispering soft, husky pleas, then biting them, my heart pounding like it wouldburst.

'I don't want to let go of you,'

He'd mae me truly believe how much he felt what he said.

Anwar had me so flustered I couldn't think straight... my body burning, my heart racing. Atthat moment, I believe my body was ready for sex again if Anwar had just initiated it. But hejust held me like that for ten minutes before finally letting go and driving back here withoutdoing anything more.

"Suspicious, huh? Both of you," Jasper narrowed his eyes. After Anwar's silence, Jasperturned his unwavering gaze on me. "What were you two doing?"

"Nothing/No!" Anwar and I spoke in unison, causing Hazel, Ruby, and Audrey to look over.

"I know what they were doing," Ruby smirked.

In that split second, I felt a chilling pressure wash over me before the other person defusedthe situation by continuing to speak.

"How is it? Is James's stuff good?"

"Yeah, you guys smell suspicious. And weed. No question," Jasper raised a hand in amock-reprimanding gesture before taking the ziplock bag from Anwar. "We should let thehost of the party open it first."

"Ha, right," I chuckled nervously, deciding to go back to Audrey who was sitting on the sofa. Iaccepted a beer can Hazel tossed me and started drinking it nonchalantly.

It was a low-key engagement celebration. Audrey whispered that they were just having arelaxed drink after telling their close friends like us. The actual engagement party would belater and would be much bigger. Hazel was posting stories on Instagram of our smallgathering (Jasper and Ruby were banished to the third floor for the duration of the livestream because they were rolling joints).

One beer, two beers, three beers... before I knew it, empty beer cans littered the area.Anwar sat quietly beside me. He seemed cautious around our friends. But when no one waslooking, his warm hand would gently massage my neck and shoulders, or he'd lean in andwhisper in my ear.

"Are you drunk yet?" He asked me twice this way, and I nodded readily the last time, as myface and lips started to numb and my head felt heavy, as if weighted down with stones."Should I take you to bed?"

I leaned my face against my knees after lifting both legs onto the sofa. A wide smile spreadacross my face because I was so happy I couldn't control myself.

"Take me to bed where?" His dark eyebrows lifted slightly, mirroring the smile that followed.

"Where would you like to sleep?"

"I don't know. If I sleep in my room, will you be lonely?" This time Anwar moved closer untilour shoulders touched. His handsome face turned to look directly at me.

"If you're worried I'll be lonely, then come sleep with me."

"But the bed's small," I glanced at Audrey and Jasper, who were arguing about the origins ofNew Wave music. They were engrossed in their debate and didn't spare us a glance. That'swhen I felt an arm drape across the back of the sofa. Anwar lifted his beer and took a largegulp before replying in a low voice.

"I don't see the problem." His index finger tapped my shoulder before slowly pulling mecloser. "A car would be much smaller."

My brain was working hard, trying to formulate a response. Seeing Audrey and Jasper'sheated argument only emboldened me.

I turned back to look at Anwar directly.

Everything felt slow-motion: my thoughts, my blinks, the words that fell from my lips.

"Do you still want to hug me?" The hand holding his cigarette paused. Anwar looked at mewith an unreadable expression before giving a short, affirmative sound.

"Yes."

"Then let's cuddle tonight, okay?" I smirked, pressing my cheek against the sofa, brushingagainst his arm and softly blowing warm air on it.

Then I secretly kissed him when I thought nobody was looking.

"I like it when your body is close to mine, with nothing in between," The intoxication madeeverything flow smoothly. I didn't feel shy; on the contrary, I felt a little thrill in teasing him.

"Clothes too?" Anwar narrowed his eyes as I smiled in response.

"Clothes too..."

"Are you flirting?" The question was soft and low, a contrast to the intensity in his eyes, eyesthat seemed to want to devour me.

"And if I were? What will you do to me?"

Anwar chuckled softly, as if I'd told a joke. He nodded slightly, lifting his cigarette for a longdrag before exhaling grey smoke and biting his lower lip.

His brown eyes made my body tingle.

"Let's get to bed then. You'll find out."

Despite that suggestive exchange, we continued to drink beer as if nothing had happened.When Jasper and Audrey turned back, Anwar pretended to be engrossed in his phone,occasionally taking a hit from the joint Jasper offered. Time flew by. Before I knew it,everyone was getting up to leave. Audrey rushed off to work, Jasper had a skateboardingdate and planned to sleep over in Brooklyn, and Hazel and Ruby went out, likely to spendthe night at Ruby's place as usual.

Just the two of us left...

I watched his tall figure standing at the bar drinking water. He exhaled slowly. I guessed hewas at least somewhat intoxicated.

Anwar had followed me on Instagram without saying a word. He must have seen it from thepicture Jasper tagged everyone in. I felt strangely...I don't know, odd. Being followed bysomeone with hundreds of thousands of followers when my Instagram has nothingparticularly noteworthy felt weird.

"You don't have to follow me, you know," I said as I approached him.

"Why?"

"Because my Instagram is boring. There's nothing much on it," I said, resting my elbows onthe bar and leaning forward. I felt his gaze on me from the side.

"But it has pictures of you," he swiped through my profile, raising an eyebrow and smirking."And a street donut shop...are they any good?"

"Yeah, they're pretty good," I chuckled, feeling myself blush as he scrolled through myphotos.

"If it's boring, let's make it less so. I'll take you out," I nodded, smiling uncontrollably until mycheeks ached. Then Anwar's phone buzzed, and a look of surprise flashed across his facefor a second.

"Hello...yes..."

I sat quietly, waiting for him to finish his call. Anwar's expression gradually changed. Thesmile was gone, he wasn't angry or irritated, but his normally calm face held something...off."Are you serious?"

Anwar chuckled softly, the smile vanishing almost instantly.

"Wait there."

He grabbed his phone and strode down the stairs, leaving me utterly confused. After a fewminutes, I slumped onto the sofa. Then footsteps sounded. Anwar walked in, followed by awoman with tan skin, dark brown hair neatly tied in a low bun, a fiery orange shirt,wide-legged cream slacks, and white sneakers. She was strikingly beautiful, captivating, andincredibly confident. Her vibe was amazing.

"Didn't think you'd still be here."

"If you didn't think I'd still be here, why would you came?" Anwar shook his head slightly, hiseyes locking with mine.

"Thiana, this is Blue. Blue, this is Thiana."

"Hello,"

"Hello," Thiana smiled broadly, stepping forward to shake my hand before releasing it. "Niceto meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Not much has changed, except for the housekeeper," Thiana glanced around the room, herfeet exploring the space. "It's been so long since I've been back. I missed this place."

"Are you sleepy?" Anwar asked me in Thai.

"A little," I replied, though I wasn't. It was too early; it wasn't bedtime for me, and Anwarshould know that. I glanced past him at Thiana. "I think I'll go take a shower."

"Okay, go ahead and shower."

"And tonight...?"

"I'll join you upstairs later," Anwar raised an eyebrow, gently stroking my hair. "If you wantme to."

Again, my eyes drifted to Thiana, who was standing nearby. Something bothered me, but Icouldn't quite place it. Part of me wondered what her relationship with Anwar was, butanother part of me decided I didn't need to know, didn't want to know, and even if I did, itwouldn't matter.

But something still gnawed at me, making me feel restless.

I hoped it wasn't jealousy, because I didn't want to feel that way about Anwar at all.

"Okay," I nodded, turning and starting up the stairs to the third floor. My feet paused on thelast step. I stood there until I heard the bedroom door close.

They went to talk in the bedroom—not the sofa, not the bar, but the bedroom.

I took a deep breath. The beer I'd drunk was hitting me hard, causing a splitting headache.

Perhaps Thiana had a relationship with Anwar, and if that were true, I wondered if I evenwanted Anwar to come up to my room tonight...

The cool shower helped ease the hangover slightly. I changed into pyjamas and startedwatching Netflix on my phone.

Luke Evans' dialogue drifted in and out of my ears. I barely registered the plot, my mindconstantly drifting back to the people downstairs.

Half an hour... an hour... I gave up on the movie and started downloading a game instead.Then I heard a soft knock at the door.

Anwar opened the door slightly. As soon as our eyes met, he pushed it wider. He was infresh clothes, smelling faintly of soap.

"Still awake?"

"Just about to go to bed," I muttered, my gaze fixed on him. Anwar looked down at his phonebefore sighing.

"I'm going out, not sure when I'll be back. I'll leave the nightlight on in case you get hungrylater."

I was silent for a moment, the question of where he was going unspoken.

Finally, I just gave a small nod. "Okay," I replied briefly.

"Night," he mumbled.

"Sleep tight," I smiled back. The moment the door closed, I tossed my phone aside. I took adeep breath and rested my arms over my eyes.

Maybe sleeping together several nights in a row had finally had an effect.

Tonight, without his tall frame beside me, I feel this emptiness.





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"That's all for class today."

With those words, I slapped my textbook shut and leaned back in my chair. I wonderedwhere I should go next. My stomach was rumbling; I hadn't eaten anything before class.

I didn't know if Anwar came home that night. After that, I tried to force myself to sleep. Thenext thing I knew, my phone alarm was blaring, telling me it was time to get ready for class.

The following day, after class, I went straight home. A little hope flickered when I sawAnwar's car parked there, only to be quickly extinguished when I found the car empty. Hazelcame by in the evening, packing her clothes from the closet and leaving her personalbelongings in her room. The next day, Audrey stopped by and stayed for several hours. Wedecided to watch a movie together before she left for dance rehearsal at the studio.

It's been three days since we last saw each other. No messages. I have no idea where he is.Only his car, left parked here, and Phoebe, who sometimes curls up on my lap.

"Gia," I turned to see Gia approaching. "Want to go get something to eat?"

"Sure, what do you feel like? Oh, right! How about Elmo's? Rome said it's their go-to placewhen they're in this area." I had no idea what kind of food Elmo's served, but it was certainlybetter than going back home alone.

"Okay, let's go there."

We gathered our things, left the institute, and walked along the bustling sidewalks, pastcountless people and cars. It was the familiar chaos of the big city.

"I really like him, but we don't know what the future holds, right? If I go back to my country,it'll be incredibly complicated, and long-distance relationships just don't work...When I'mdrunk, I think about how I wish I could ask him to be my boyfriend, but when I sober up, I'mglad I didn't do anything like that."

I nodded, glancing at Madison Square Garden as we walked past.

Gia was right; a long-distance relationship would be incredibly difficult, especially for peoplewho used to be so close. It would be lonely and desolate, only able to communicate throughcalls and messages. And Gia seemed like the type who gets lonely very easily.

That's right. If we could see each other often, do many things together, one day things wouldchange. Not seeing him, not hearing his voice, not hugging him...

Just thinking about it feels strangely depressing.

We walked for almost twenty minutes until we reached a small restaurant next to a Halalrestaurant. After ordering, Gia shifted the conversation from Rome to other topics. We'refinishing our course at the same time, but I have to return to Thailand first. This was thesecond or third time Gia had offered to take me to Korea and be my tour guide. After Korea,the conversation turned to a trending Netflix series. The conversation flowed naturally, led byGia.

"It's fun, but like I said, the early parts are boring because of all the stupid characters. Oncemost of them die, it gets more interesting."

"You talk like my best friend," I chuckled. I do the same thing; when I watch survival moviesand there are annoying characters...The last one I heard about was probably The 100 onNetflix.

"Blue!" Suddenly, Gia stopped laughing and widened her eyes. She looked over myshoulder, making me turn to see what she was looking at.

"Um..."

"That's Anwar, right?" Gia's words drifted into my ears as a strange numbness settled overme.

"Hmm," I hummed in response. Anwar was in front of the shop. Tall, dressed entirely inblack—an oversized crew-neck long-sleeved shirt, skinny jeans, and Bad-Boy-brand shoes.Beside him was a pale woman I'd never seen before. Slender, wearing a cream-coloredcropped tank top that revealed a flat stomach, wide-legged pants, and high heels. Her lightbrown hair was loosely tied back. Anwar said something before the woman touched hisupper arm and nodded slightly.

"He only dates beautiful women, huh? He seems dangerous," Gia lifted her hand to herchin. "If Rome only dated beautiful women like that, never repeating, I'd be so stressed I'd gocrazy. And now..."

"Right."

It felt strange.

For the past three days, I hadn't known what Anwar was doing or where he was. Yet, here Iwas, encountering him again by chance, while he was out with someone else.

"I wonder what people who have relationships with him feel like."

What did I feel?

I couldn't find the words to describe my feelings. Everything was buzzing, everything seemedto freeze, along with a growing discomfort in my chest.

The two were walking into the restaurant. Just as I was wondering what I should feel, hisbeautiful brown eyes met mine. He paused, a flicker of surprise at seeing me before hishand touched the woman's back, and he leaned in to whisper something.

It took less than a minute for the woman to break into a bright, lively smile, and they left therestaurant hand-in-hand. Gia was looking down at her Instagram, so I was the only one stilllooking at Anwar. I was also the only one who saw his small smile, contrasting with hisnormally terrifyingly impassive gaze.

Anwar and the woman were gone, but his last look remained in my memory.

Was it me that made them move to another restaurant?

I didn't know.








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The sound of the television, which I was half-listening to, mingled with Phoebe's soft purringas she lay on my chest, and the creaking sound from the stairs drew my attention.

The person who had been swirling in my thoughts for hours stood there. Anwar stared at mebefore diverting to get a glass of water from the refrigerator. We didn't speak until he movedcloser to me, lying on my back on the sofa. Phoebe jumped down, rubbing her head againsthis long legs. Her purring intensified, a sign of her comfort being near her owner.

"What are you doing?" Anwar finally asked, before sitting down on the sofa beside me.

Ten o'clock.

I hadn't expected to see him tonight, after his earlier aloofness at the restaurant.

"Just watching TV," I replied simply.

When he gently brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, I didn't push his hand away. Butat the same time, I didn't pull him into a tight hug. Despite the immense longing I felt,something like a wall prevented me from expressing it.

I missed him, but I didn't want him to know that.

"Are you going to stay the night?" I glanced at Anwar. As our eyes met, I quickly lookedback at the television screen. "I've been hungry for the past two nights, but haven't orderedanything to eat."

"Yeah. Should I order something?"

"If you want to eat, too. But if you're not hungry, it's okay." Anwar stiffened after hearing myresponse. He just sat staring at me until he finally rested his hand on the sofa and leanedcloser.

"Okay, then...want to go for a drive?"

It was an invitation I wasn't prepared for. The conflicting feelings were intensely frustrating. Imissed him and wanted to talk, to spend time together, but at the same time, Anwar was thevery person I didn't want to talk to right now. Maybe it was the accumulation of smallresentments over the past few days, plus what happened at Elmo's.

"If you're hungry, we can grab something to eat along the way."

In the end, the longing won out.

"Hmm, let's go."

I knew why I'd only seen Anwar's other car for days. His pearl-white Tesla was parked nextto his black Benz; he must have been using it while leaving the other one here. As soon as Igot in, the sweet scent of his cologne filled my senses. My heart clenched; my breath feltstolen. I subtly furrowed my brow at the strange feelings washing over me before the carstarted moving.

I looked out the window at the tall buildings and the people, letting the silence and hiship-hop music replace conversation. My mind wandered.

It's ridiculous...how can someone feel like hugging and pushing someone away at the sametime? It shouldn't be possible.

I hate this half-hearted, ambiguous feeling.

I took a deep breath, trying to understand myself and clear up all the confusing emotions. Ireminded myself that Anwar hadn't done anything wrong by going on dates with otherpeople. We don't own each other. Therefore, dumping my tense emotions on him seemedincredibly stupid. And resentment is unnecessary for us; it would only be annoying.The last thing I want from Anwar is for him to be annoyed with me.

"Is there anything specific you want to eat?" Anwar asked, turning to me. His handsome facedrew my gaze. I stared at him until he raised an eyebrow slightly. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm not that hungry yet," I paused.

We're friends with a physical relationship. It should feel free and comfortable.

"I want to do something else right now."

"What do you want to do?"

I leaned my head against the car window. A faint smile touched the corners of my mouth—asmile similar to the ones Anwar often makes.

"If I'm missing you, what can I do to stop missing you?"

He looked surprised but then offered a small, pleased smile before nodding slightly. "Iunderstand," he murmured, then turned the steering wheel, changing the car's direction.

My hand was pulled and clasped, but it was I who initiated it, gently stroking his warm skin. Ididn't start a conversation, and Anwar focused on driving quickly. Soon, the car stoppedbeside a park, and because I remembered the tinted windows, I dared to raise my hand andtouch his sculpted jawline, tracing down his neck to his collar before Anwar grabbed myhand and kissed it deeply.

"Have you figured out what will make you stop missing me?"

I nodded, pulled until my body leaned against his. I climbed onto his lap, with Anwarsteadying me so I wouldn't fall. As our bodies pressed close together, the warmthenveloping me, I looked down at him from above.

Yes...don't ruin everything. I like Anwar and want to spend as much time as possible withhim before I return to Thailand. Resentment and building walls don't help create goodmemories; it only makes things worse.

Our lips met.

I gently cupped Anwar's face, just as he wrapped his arms around my waist. My previouslyheavy, hesitant heart began to flutter, followed by a light feeling in my chest.

"Mmm," I moaned softly, deepening the kiss to satisfy the longing I'd held onto for days.

Anwar chuckled softly, letting me take what I wanted without a word. His hands roamed overmy body. When we parted, he turned his head and lightly bit my chest.

"Missed me a lot?"

"You haven't come back for days."

"Only two days." Anwar smiled, kissing his way up my shoulder and then squeezing mybuttocks.

"Three days," I argued. "It's such a big house, and it's just me."

"Jasper didn't come back to sleep with you?" Anwar asked, nuzzling his nose against myskin. When I remained silent, he stopped, meeting my gaze. "Are you angry?"

"No, I'm not angry."

"Not angry," Anwar nodded. "But...?"

"I missed you."

I couldn't read Anwar's eyes or expression until I saw a small, fleeting smile before itvanished.

"I'm already here, aren't I?"

"Hmm." I pursed my lips, placing my hand on his broad shoulder, deciding to end our stiltedconversation by leaning down and kissing him again. Our lips were pressed tightly together,inseparable. Anwar let me have my way, though sometimes he would take control. Ourtongues intertwined, the sound of our saliva audible. I gripped his shirt tightly. When I feltmyself gasping for air, I pulled back, allowing Anwar to nibble and kiss my neck repeatedly.

"Ah..."

"Blue, shall we go home?" His husky voice whispered in my ear, his hot tongue tracing myearlobe, making my whole body tense. I nodded rapidly, my limbs weak from his touch, atouch I hadn't felt for several nights.

Warm lips pressed against mine again and again...

"Then how about we go back to our original seats for ten minutes? Then we can come backhere after we get home... okay?" My face flushed; I quickly returned to my seat, turning myface away to avoid his gaze.

I don't know exactly which kiss triggered it, but I realized something: I crave Anwar's touch,addicted, even. But the kisses also easily made me forget the negative feelings I'd beenaccumulating.

Is there even a chance that I could make him feel the same way? I long for him to the pointof torment when we're apart.

It seems difficult. Anwar's type is different from someone like me.

But there's no harm in trying, is there?

As soon as the lights on the second floor came on, I immediately pressed myself againsthim. Warm breath brushed against my lips before I tiptoed and kissed him. My waist washeld tightly as Anwar gently guided me backward, our lips still locked.

"Mmm," I groaned, my waist squeezed tightly, before the tall figure sank onto the sofa andpulled me to sit on his lap. "I missed you," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his warmneck, my hips settling on his strong thighs.

"What do you want me to do?"

I didn't answer, only looked into his eyes and lightly brushed my lips against his, slowlyshaking my head. I rubbed my lips against his until Anwar laughed, locking his hands aroundthe back of my neck, deepening the kiss.

The sound of our saliva was distinct, rough and loud, making my face flush. Even so, Iresponded to him passionately with my tongue. Hearing him moan softly, I playfully slowedour pace, lingering until Anwar squeezed the back of my neck harder.

I smiled slyly at his soft sigh, pretending not to hear anything, and began to grind againsthim, starting slowly. Anwar responded by squeezing my buttocks before releasing his gripas I pressed myself against him with more force.

"Mmm."

It was embarrassing. I'm still not used to being on top... but Anwar's reaction made it worthit. I tried my best to make everything feel smooth and natural.

"Did you miss me too?" I teased, though I told myself not to expect an answer, I stilldesperately wanted to hear what I wished for.

Anwar inhaled deeply, licking his lips casually before using his hand to cup my hips.Something was expanding, pressing against me, clearly noticeable.

"You're sitting on it. Still don't know the answer?"

"No, I still don't," I smiled, feigning ignorance of the hardness pressing against me, andmoved my hips, causing Anwar to narrow his eyes. "I want to hear it said."

"I missed you. I missed you too," Anwar murmured softly, leaning closer until our foreheadstouched.

"You missed me too, but you still went on a date with someone else today," I said lightly,teasingly. Anwar, as usual, paused and observed my reaction. Seeing no trace of anger, heresponded,

"Yes, I went with someone else, but I still missed you."

"Why did you miss me? Wasn't the date fun?"

"It was fine," Anwar replied evasively. I quickly stopped his hand from wandering and lookeddeeply into his captivating eyes.

"Am I really possessive of you?" I asked softly, pausing my hip movements, feeling everyinch of our bodies pressed together. Anwar's expression remained impassive, leaving meunsure of what he was thinking.

Feeling the pressure to know the answer, I leaned in and licked his lower lip lightly beforeopening my mouth, inviting his tongue to explore. We savored every word of our missedaffections, translating them into a touch that made our hearts race wildly.

He didn't answer the question, but could this kiss be considered an answer?

I didn't dare jump to conclusions.

Anwar slipped his hand under my shirt, gripping my waist, before moving his hand higher,reaching my ribs. My body flinched slightly as his fingertips grazed my nipple. It was thenthat I finally saw Anwar's smile.

"You can be possessive, if you want to claim me."

"Ah!" My stomach tensed. My legs weakened, forcing me to brace myself against the sturdysurface. Anwar lifted my shirt with one hand, his eyes fixed on me before his tongue slowlytraced the edge of my nipple, making me gasp. "Yes... ah..."

"Are you very possessive of me?" he murmured, his lips still on my nipple.

I gritted my teeth. The intense pleasure assaulted me, leaving my feet light and wobbly. Iclutched his black shirt in my hand before nodding.

"Did you hold hands on your date?" I asked directly. When Anwar nodded, I took his hand,intertwining our fingers loosely.

"Did you hug?" Anwar hesitated, then nodded slightly. Seeing this, I released his hand andpressed my body closer to his.

"Did you kiss?" I murmured close to his lips. Without waiting for Anwar to answer, I pressedmy lips forcefully against his, taking the opportunity to vent my irritation from earlier atElmo's.

"Will you do everything I did today?" The question sounded like a seduction. Anwar used alow, husky tone. He kneaded my thighs expertly.

"If I do, will I win?"

"You won the moment you kissed me in the car," Anwar smirked slightly, stroking my backbefore returning his hand to playfully tease my nipple again.

"Ah... um... you..." I flinched. His deliberate teasing sent shivers down my spine.He knew infuriatingly well how to arouse me, and my body responded automatically, makingme equally furious and aroused.

His words made me feel so good, it only fueled my desire to win even more.

"Want to win in other ways, too?" his husky voice purred, even as his lips remained pressedagainst my nipple. My breath hitched, my body heating up. I moaned softly, and anymovement seemed to only intensify the friction between us.

"I want... ah, ah..." I arched involuntarily, offering myself to him, surrendering to theintoxicating pleasure that clouded my mind. I closed my eyes, and when I felt his handreach for my pants, I fought back.

"But I want to go to my bedroom more."

Anwar froze. I opened my eyes and looked directly at him.Suppressing my desires was torture. I wanted so much more, but my desire for revenge waseven stronger.

"You did so much today, you must be tired too."

"I'm not tired," Anwar's protest barely registered.

"And I'm no saint or angel. You left me for days and hugged someone else. You said I can bepossessive, so if I'm unhappy, I can do the same, right?" Taking advantage of his stunnedsilence, I leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips, suppressing my shyness despite myburning ears, and whispered, "Because I'm unhappy, tonight I'll go upstairs and hug myself.And because I really miss you, I'll think of your face and call your name when I touchmyself."

"Blue," Anwar grasped my waist, preventing me from moving away. "Punishment?"

I stared at his still face, sensing his plea, especially as he gently caressed my buttocks.

"Wouldn't it be better if I hugged you?" It would be much better. How could I possibly feel asgood doing it myself as Anwar could make me feel?

I bit my lower lip, keeping my answer to myself.

"I've been hugging myself for the past three nights, I'm used to it. If you want to hug me..." Ilooked him directly in the eyes, then, mirroring his previous words, I retorted, "Then makeme want to hug you."

NOTE// I hope you know what 'hug' term is used for. This is not the first author who uses thisinstead of... f*ck.


(Blue I swear to god, have some self-respect bro)