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"Want to go home?"

I raised an eyebrow as Anwar nodded a greeting to Gia, who was walking out of the building.Although I knew it was the end of classes, I hadn't expected Anwar to be waiting for me infront of the institution. Gia waved goodbye before hurrying home. She hadn't been invitingme to hang out after school like she used to, probably because someone was alwaysvolunteering to go with her.

"You waited just to invite me home?" I asked, walking alongside his tall frame until wereached his luxurious car.

"Hmm, there's a get-together at Jasper's house tonight. Jordan and Audrey will be there.""But I've already left the house. Wouldn't it be weird to suddenly go back?" This time, Anwarlooked at me like my words were the strange ones.

"What are you talking about? You haven't moved out yet."

"But I gave Jordan my room back."

"You didn't move out; you just lent him your room," Anwar emphasized, his voice firm. Istopped arguing. Once in the car, he switched to other topics—my classes, my professors,and my plans for the weekend. I don't know if I was imagining it, but since we cleared the airtwo nights ago, Anwar seemed to speak more softly to me. He always spoke politely, but Ifelt I was hearing it more frequently now.

When we arrived home, we found Jordan standing in front of the television, holding Phoebein his arms and gently rocking her as if soothing a baby. He was also scrolling through hisphone.

"What are you doing?" Anwar stared at Jordan as if he'd seen a strange creature.

Jordan glanced at both of us, his dark eyebrows slightly raised before breaking into a sweetsmile. "I was lonely. No one was home, and my best friend wouldn't come back. So I juststayed here. At first, I wondered where you guys disappeared to because you weren'tanswering your messages, but now I think I get it."
His knowing look made me blush and feel awkward, as if I'd been caught red-handed.

Anwar, in contrast, remained calm and unfazed by the gaze and the teasing comment.

"Didn't you go buy supplies? You know we have a get-together today," Anwar said.

"I know. You're the one who was unreachable. Hazel texted, saying we're going to a partyinstead. Bree just got back from France and suddenly wants to have a belated birthdayparty, even though it's been almost a month."

I had no idea what they were talking about. Anwar raised an eyebrow after hearing that. Heglanced at me before casually asking, "Where is it?"

"At her house, where else?"

"And the outfit?"

"Probably the same as usual."

"And Audrey?"

Jordan hesitated slightly, his eyebrows furrowing. "She'll probably be there too."

"Do you want to go?" Anwar moved closer and asked me in Thai. "Bree is Hazel's friend andshe used to date Jasper. She's one of those rich kids, a bit spoiled, but her parties arefun...most of the time."

"I'll leave it up to you. It's Saturday tomorrow, I don't have classes."

"Then let's go?" Anwar smiled slightly. "Let's get ready."

"Get ready?" I asked, quickly turning back to look at Jordan as Anwar took my hand andpulled me into the bedroom. "Anwar, Jordan's here!"

"He already knows about us."

"How did he knows?" I raised an eyebrow as Anwar walked straight to the closet and flippedthrough the clothes. His brown eyes glanced at me briefly.

"You ran off with your clothes while I waited for you for hours. He probably wouldn't noticeanything else," Anwar said, selecting two shirts. "I got this one as a gift, but it's too small.Luckily, I haven't thrown it away yet."

I looked at the thin black shirt with small white crystals scattered across it. It felt like a skysprinkled with glittering stars. It was Saint Laurent, just like the other shirt in Anwar's hand."Think you can pull it off?" Anwar asked with a smile, as if reading my mind after seeing mystunned expression at the sheer shirt.

"Isn't it too revealing? What about the other one you're holding? Can I wear that?"

"This one? You can wear it, but it'll be too big so it'll be obvious it's not yours," Anwar heldup another black shirt. "If you don't mind people noticing, you can wear it."

"What about other shirts...?"

"This style is the only one Bree will let you into her house with. I have a lot of other shirts butthey're all too big for you."

I pursed my lips, standing still as Anwar held the sheer shirt against my body. It wasbeautiful, but so thin it barely covered anything, even with the black color helping to conceal.

"You could wear it with your pants, these ones," Anwar burst out laughing, seeing myindecisive expression; he tossed both shirts onto the bed. "If you don't want to go, we canjust stay here and relax."

"No. If we stay here, won't your friends mind?"

"I don't care that much. Jordan and I have been to countless parties together. I don't want toplease him; I want to please you."

"I'm going to the party because I want to please you too," I said calmly, walking over to grabthe Saint Laurent shirt, holding it in my hand to indicate I would wear it.

I didn't want Anwar to indulge me like this. I didn't want to pull him away from his friends andhis familiar life. Besides, the party sounded fun, especially if Jasper and Audrey were going.

"Please me?" Anwar's expression was unreadable. He stepped closer, raising a hand togently stroke my cheek. "Don't be so cute. I'm already falling for you."

His fingertips trailed down to my lips, caressing them slowly while staring intently into myeyes. He looked like he wanted to kiss me. That tiny fraction of a second stretched out. Iheld my breath, feeling a flutter in my stomach. It was because of his gaze, the atmospherebetween us, and maybe because we were standing there, in Anwar's bedroom.

In that tiny fraction of a second of eye contact, I suddenly hoped for a kiss.

But Anwar only sighed, glancing down at his wristwatch. "We don't have much time. Gochange; let me see your outfit."

Anwar was about to turn back to the closet, but I stopped him. My eyes dropped to myfingertips, still lingering on his black shirt sleeve, before meeting his gaze. I moved closeruntil our toes touched, rising slightly on my tiptoes and playfully urging him to lean down.I didn't ask, didn't say anything, except to look at his lips from close range with the same lookhe'd used on me earlier. Anwar's face showed surprise before breaking into a smile. Thenhe wrapped his arms around my waist, firmly pressing his lips to mine.

A soft sound of lips meeting broke the silence. There were no words, no clear thoughtsforming.

Only a wonderful feeling that fluttered in my stomach, spreading throughout my body.My ass was squeezed hard, playfully, in time with our lips parting.

"I'm not stopping you," I murmured, my nose brushing against his sculpted jawline. "Fall forme like you really said you would."

A thin black shirt, skinny jeans, and shiny black Oxford shoes...

I looked at my reflection in the mirror with mixed feelings. Clothes really do change yourlook; I've known that ever since Anwar started teaching me how to dress. But this outfit wasmore than just a change of look. It felt like a complete transformation, like I wasn't myselfanymore. Just changing the black t-shirt I usually tucked into my pants for this shirttransformed me from an ordinary person into the vibe of a spoiled rich kid. This is the lookBree likes, huh?

I examined myself for several minutes, turning left and right, turning my back to check myappearance from angles I'd never seen before. My hair, long enough to reach my neck,looked even more striking when I swept my bangs to the side and tucked them behind myear. The "young master" look was even more pronounced.

I was ridiculously nervous wearing this.

"What do you think?" I asked softly after walking out of the bathroom. A faint scent ofperfume hung in the air. Anwar, who had been buttoning his own shirt, froze. As soon as hiseyes fell on me, his dark eyebrows rose slightly.

"You look good," he whispered with a smile, releasing his shirt and stepping closer to lift myhand to help him button it. "So beautiful, I don't want you to leave the room. I'd rather youstay here with me."

"I'm not used to this..."

"This look?" he asked.

"No, it's the being called 'beautiful'," I shook my head. "In Thailand, we don't complimenteach other like that. I've never been called beautiful before. 'Cute' maybe, when I was a kid,but those compliments disappeared as I grew up. When was the last time someonecomplimented my appearance? I don't even remember."

"You don't like it?"

"No, it's just... strange. In Thailand, we don't call men beautiful," I argued, though honestly, Ididn't feel particularly bothered by being called beautiful. Perhaps because I knew it camefrom a good place.

"Why?" Anwar tilted his head slightly, staring intently at me while waiting for my answer.

"Because 'beautiful' is for women. Most men feel better being called handsome."

"Beautiful is beautiful; there's no gender divide. You're beautiful – your smile, your face, youreyes, and everything else. If you want me to use 'handsome' instead, I can change it nexttime."

"It's okay. I... I don't dislike it," especially coming from Anwar.

"If there's any word that makes you uncomfortable, just let me know."

"I'm fine, I really don't mind. Actually, it feels... good," I averted my gaze. Suddenly, I feltheat creep up my cheeks. I stood still while Anwar finished buttoning my shirt sleeve. Hemurmured an apology before gently tucking my shirt into my jeans, then subtly pulling it out abit, as if unintentionally.

"The shirt is long. If you don't tuck it in, it'll make you look smaller," he explained, beforestepping back and nodding towards the mirror. "Or do you prefer it untucked?"

"This is good. Thank you," I stared at myself. Tucking in my shirt really did make me looktaller, because it showed more of my legs and made me look less sloppy. Even thoughAnwar said it was smaller than his size, it was still bigger than mine.

"Right," Anwar went back to haphazardly buttoning his own shirt. He looked incredibly stylishin his outfit: a crisp black shirt unbuttoned to his chest, a long silver necklace highlightingthat area, neat slacks, and pointed-toe leather shoes. He walked over, grabbed a largeblazer, draped it over his shoulder, and turned back to me. "Ready to go?"

"Yes. Do we need to wait for anyone else?"

"No. Jordan will drive himself, and Jasper is coming from somewhere else." I nodded; thatwas exactly what Anwar said, as Jordan was still in casual clothes, unlike us.

"Two people, one collection, huh?" Jordan remarked casually, a small smile playing on thecorner of his lips as he swirled the liquid in his glass.

"When are you heading there?" Anwar changed the subject.

"Waiting for Audrey."

"Offering a ride?"

"Hazel asked me to," Jordan raised his glass to his lips. "You guys should go."

I wasn't sure what was hidden in that short exchange, but Anwar chuckled softly, and Jordanseemed eager to end the conversation quickly, unlike his usually chatty demeanor. Theconversation ended there. I excused myself to take care of some things I'd left on the thirdfloor. Anwar went downstairs to wait by the Benz.

"Are you hungry? It's almost a one-hour drive. If you are, we can grab something to eatbefore we go," Anwar asked after I got into the car.

"I'm not hungry."

"Just in case you get cold," Anwar tossed the large blazer onto my lap before pulling away."Hmm." Something fluttered in my chest. The more gently he spoke, the more attentive hewas, the better I felt. I didn't know where the limit of this good feeling was.

It seemed ordinary—asking if I was hungry, complimenting someone's looks. But looking at itclosely, I couldn't fully call it ordinary, because I wasn't used to it at all.

I spent most of the time looking out the car window. I used to find New York overwhelmingwhen I first arrived. Now I'm so used to it that it doesn't feel rushed anymore. After livinghere for several months, many things about me changed. Even my pace of walking; I'vebecome faster compared to my usual leisurely stroll back in Thailand. I do things moreefficiently, my perspective shifted. I've become accustomed to the sight of Anwar havingHazel paint his nails, or him removing nail polish himself. I'm used to public displays ofaffection, to witnessing a level of seriousness and dedication in his passions that I'd neverseen before. Anwar's fashion sense, Audrey's dancing, Jasper's art... even my views on sexand various attitudes have changed as well... just a few months have altered me, to agreater or lesser extent.

"Are you going to drink tonight?" Anwar glanced at me with a smile.

"Do you want me to...?"

"It's up to you. I can take you home."

"I'm afraid of being a burden to you."

Anwar chuckled in his throat at that. He raised a hand, casually stroking under his chin, hissmile widening. "As if you could be that much of a burden. You're so small."

"Bree, the event organizer, are you close to her?"

"Bree? Not really. We know each other well enough to chat, but not on a deep level." Anwarglanced at me again after saying that. "We've never had sex."

"I haven't said anything yet," I retorted softly, my heart already fluttering at his words.His preemptive statement meant he cared... didn't it?

"That's good..." I whispered softly, squinting my eyes until only the intense darknessremained, punctuated by the flashing lights of street lamps. Anwar opened the convertibletop as if knowing the moment—just as we entered the Holland Tunnel. The flashing lightsflickered beneath my eyelids. I raised my hand to catch the breeze that touched my palm aswe emerged from the tunnel. I glanced at the rectangular buildings lined up below, stretchingmy legs on the dark brown leather seat. I felt Anwar's gaze on me intermittently. He didnothing but drive and maintain a small, lingering smile.

The view outside the window gradually changed. Buildings gave way to open spaces, treesinterspersed with light brown fields. I tried to focus on the green signs along the road, butultimately gave up because I didn't know the way anyway. Whether it was Bayway Ave,North 439 to North 19, or even with Anwar's Google Maps voice guiding us, I couldn'tunderstand where I was. After a while, we turned onto a road lined with trees. It felt more likea private road than a public one. This wasn't like New York. If I didn't know better, I wouldhave guessed that this was a small town in New Zealand or Wales.

"Are we almost there?" I finally asked. My legs had started to go numb from sitting in thesame position for so long.

"Almost there. Turn into the alley ahead, and we'll arrive." Anwar nodded ahead, turning thecar as he spoke. The car passed through a narrow, secluded alley. Less than a kilometerlater, we found a house—a three-story modern, rectangular white house with warm orangelights around it. The large windows were brightly lit, allowing a view into the rooms whosecurtains weren't drawn.

Someone opened the large doors the moment we stepped out of the car. A tall, slenderwoman in a long, solid black one-shoulder dress. Her dark hair was pulled up in a high,slightly messy bun.

"Anwar, darling, how are you?" She spread her arms wide before giving Anwar a loose hug,then turned to me with a friendly but somewhat reserved smile. "Hello."

"Bree, I'm fine. And you? Did France get boring, that you're back here?"

"That's not true at all."

"This is Blue, a new housemate staying with us temporarily."

"Blue? I'm Bree. You must know him then." I quickly offered my hand when she extendedhers. I couldn't figure out if the woman in front of me had really dated Jasper, as Anwar hadsaid. She seemed... I don't know? High-class? Her high-class aura was so different fromJasper's down-to-earth and friendly image, it felt like they came from different worlds.

"Him?"

"That little dog isn't planning to disappear again from my birthday party, is he?" Breeaddressed me directly. Her dark eyebrows rose slightly as her green eyes fixed on mewithout blinking. A smile slowly spread across her face as she saw my hesitation. "Justkidding. Jasper's too mischievous to just be an ordinary puppy. Is he coming tonight?" Breelooked at Anwar in the last sentence.

"He said he would, as far as I know."

Bree looked momentarily disbelieving before masking it with a composed expression and aslight smile. "Come in. The housekeeper is about to serve Ossetra caviar and champagne."I had a pretty good idea why we had to dress this way, and that certainty grew as we enteredthe house. The light grey-white marble floor contrasted sharply with the cream marble walls.Classical music played softly from somewhere. Bree stood by the door as if awaiting morearrivals. She gestured for the butler, dressed in a livery, to take us.

"Is this normal?" I whispered to Anwar in Thai.

"What do you mean, normal?"

"This... this party, this house, and this kind of attire." I pointed at myself, sweeping my gazearound to illustrate my point.

"There's nothing normal about Bree, if that's what you mean," Anwar chuckled softly. "Don'tworry. She's not some spoiled heiress or anything scary like that."

The butler led us to the dining room. A long, black marble table dominated the space, itsgold legs and chairs matching the elaborate golden chandelier hanging above. The chairswere upholstered in taupe, the carpet a deep brown, the crystal chandeliers black and white.Elegant dishes of food were arranged on the table, surrounded by elegantly dressed peoplechatting and laughing merrily.

"Actually, it's not like this," Anwar leaned in to whisper in my ear. "She just keeps upappearances until her mother leaves the house. It's like this every time."

I didn't understand what Anwar was talking about, but I nodded in acknowledgement and satdown in the chair Anwar indicated. I felt a little better when I spotted Hazel and Ruby alreadyseated.

"You're earlier than expected," Ruby greeted Anwar. "We just arrived ourselves, about tenminutes ago."

"Isn't this a bit much just to deceive Mrs. Fields?" Anwar asked, smiling.

"I think she secretly enjoys it a bit," Hazel laughed. "We'll all have to dress up more eachtime we come here, just as they want."

About fourteen people were already seated at the dining table, and more kept arriving to joinus at the long table. I barely touched the caviar. Only the strange-tasting champagne,unfamiliar to me, was consumed frequently to relieve my own tension. After a while, Jordan,in a black suit and white shirt, entered the room with Audrey, wearing a matching floor-lengthstrapless gown. Everyone here was dressed in black. The men wore suits; only I and a fewothers opted for just shirts, without jackets. At least I had Anwar's blazer; it could have beenfar worse if I'd stubbornly worn something else – it would have been incrediblyembarrassing.

Bree returned to the room once everyone had arrived. The last person to arrive with her wasJasper, who wore a perpetually grumpy expression. Even Jasper was forced into clothes I'dnever seen him wear before. Gone were his brightly colored shirts and cargo pants; he wasin a proper suit, even if it was just over a plain black crew-neck t-shirt.

She handed a gift box to the butler before taking her seat at the center of the table. Anothermiddle-aged woman with raven-black hair leaned against the doorway, observing us. Shesmiled and greeted everyone softly before excusing herself as the butler began serving tunawith anchovy sauce.

The dinner proceeded leisurely, the atmosphere friendly. Once Bree's mother left, things gotlouder. There was boisterous laughter, the occasional expletive, and some ribald jokes thatelicited much amusement. The meal lasted well over an hour before the final course ofdessert. I felt someone on the opposite side of the table staring at our end repeatedly, butAnwar remained calm, seemingly unfazed, so I concluded it was probably my imagination.We moved to the living room for whiskey afterward. About an hour later, I finally understoodwhat Anwar meant by, "Actually, it's not like this." The reality was that this was just a normalparty like any other I'd been to before. Loud hip-hop music filled the air, with plenty of beerand hard liquor. The classical music and fancy attire were merely a ruse to deceive Bree'sold-fashioned, aristocratic mother.

"Come on, let's play hide-and-seek like last time!" Bree, her face flushed from too muchalcohol, swayed to her feet, idly smoothing a stray strap on her white shoulder. "Theperson... who wins, without being found, I'll, ummm, give them a voucher for a stay at one ofour hotels."

Anwar shook his head slightly, turning to explain when I stared at him questioningly. "Shesays this every time. In the end, she almost always ends up taking everyone on a hotel tripto celebrate anyway."

Bree explained the rules, interspersed with bursts of laughter that were contagious, givenher extremely intoxicated state. She raised her whiskey glass high and tapped it repeatedlywith a long spoon. "Alright, don't let me catch anyone using this game as an excuse to sneakoff to the guest rooms! Because I won't remember who disappeared after the game."

Bree furrowed her brow slightly at her own words, pointing a finger at everyone.

"Okay, let's start! I'll hide too. Antoine, you're 'it' this time."

Anwar pulled me up from the small sofa before we gradually left the room, along witheveryone else who scattered to find hiding places. Fueled by the alcohol and the excited,playful atmosphere, I found myself enjoying it too.

"We're not really playing this game," Anwar confessed casually. "In the end, Bree might bethe first one to fall asleep, just like two years ago. Really, it's just a way for everyone to godo what they want."

"But will someone be looking for us? The person named Antoine?"

"He's already looking. Several people are still enjoying the game. He's one of them...Do youwant to play?"

"I do, but can I use the bathroom first?" Anwar raised an eyebrow slightly, nodded, and letme go into the bathroom while he waited outside.

My heart began to beat faster because I knew what I was doing.

Actually, I intended to save it for after we got back from the party, but with the hide-and-seekgame, I thought this might be a good opportunity.

I finished my business, washed my hands, dried them, and walked out of the bathroom tofind Anwar. Hip-hop music still blared throughout the house. If this house weren't located ina secluded alley with no neighbors, playing music this loudly at this time of night might haveresulted in a police report.

"Where should we hide?" I asked.

"I know a place," Anwar replied simply, taking my hand and walking, occasionally glancingbehind him.

He led me to the third floor, past a large, open office, and into a bedroom. He pushed thedoor open just a crack before looking left and right.

"I haven't taken this game seriously for a long time. Last time, I just sat in the same spot andwere the first ones caught after waking up." That comment made me laugh. The Anwar inmy imagination seemed lazy and apathetic towards a game he considered childish.

"You don't like it?" I asked, being gently pushed into a large walk-in closet that could easily fitfour people the size of Anwar. There wasn't much inside; just a single black bathrobe with aclean scent hanging there. It looked like a guest room; that's why the closet was so empty.

"It's boring. Once you're hiding, there's nothing to do except play on your phone until you'recaught."

I raised an eyebrow. The closet was pitch black, forcing Anwar to slightly open the door to letin some light. Bree had left the lights on throughout the house. On the third floor, we couldstill hear hip-hop music, but it wasn't as loud as on the first and second floors. We'd probablynotice if anyone walked past the room or came close.

"Are you having fun tonight?"

"Yes, it's very unusual. I never thought I'd be at a birthday party like this again." I leanedback against the closet wall, letting Anwar swing his legs up and over my strong lap. "Thisgame is fun too. I haven't played it in ages, not since I was a kid."

"Well, it is a children's game," Anwar chuckled softly, stroking my leg slowly through mywell-fitting pants. "But I'm glad if you're enjoying yourself."

The words "children's game" brought a sly smile to my lips as I tried to keep the conversationgoing, at least to calm my own growing excitement and nervousness.

"Anwar."

"Yes?"

"It's been three days," I began, seeing Anwar become still before continuing. "Since I teasedyou."

"Right," Anwar looked down. I couldn't decipher the meaning behind his short, abrupt laugh."You're not angry with me?"

"No, I'm not angry."

"Not suffering?" When feeling something but not acting on it, Anwar seemed incrediblypatient, especially when he'd restrained himself, quietly cuddling me without asking tocontinue.

"A little," The answer was honest.

"Take my shoes off," I shifted my feet slightly. Anwar hesitated for a moment, but slowly andcarefully removed my leather shoes, placing them down with the lightest possible sound.Luckily, the closet was just an empty space without any shelves.

"And in the last three days, did you see anyone else?" I asked, rising to kneel and staringinto his still, impassive face.

"No, I didn't. I slept with you the whole time. You know that."

"Why...?"

"I didn't want to sleep with anyone else." Anwar lifted his head slightly as I crawled onto hislap. I straightened up, resting my arms on his strong shoulders. Suddenly, his seriousexpression melted away, a small smile appearing at the corners of his perfectly shapedmouth. "I only want you, only you."

He knew what I was doing. Anwar switched to this more playful, talkative mode incrediblyquickly.

And it felt amazing knowing Anwar had forgone sex to wait for me, even if it was only a fewdays.

"Sweet. You're sweet too," I leaned down until our lips brushed, but I didn't kiss him yet.

"Did I do well?"

"Hmm."

"Reward me?" He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me closer until ourbodies were pressed together.

"Yes, but no sex," I whispered. "No penetration."

Anwar narrowed his eyes but didn't object or argue.

"Promise it won't be sex...," I urged.

"I promise," he replied firmly, his eyes downcast as he watched my hands undo the buttonsand zipper of my trousers.

Underneath his calm exterior, he was excited and curious. I could tell.

He probably realized, too, that I was more excited than ever. This was the first time I'dinitiated something like this, something I'd never considered doing before in my life.I shifted to pull my trousers off my legs, with Anwar steadying me around my waist. As thepants slid down, my bare legs brushed against the slacks of the person beneath me.

Anwar's hand moved to touch my leg, gently squeezing and stroking upward towards mybuttocks, before he paused, his eyes widening slightly as his fingers brushed againstsomething at my rear entrance.

I smiled faintly, my face flushed, but I tried to maintain a calm expression. I reached into mysuit jacket, pulled a small black remote from the inside pocket, and slipped it into his warmhand.

"Blue...," Anwar murmured softly, almost sleepily, as I turned around, roughly pulling downmy underwear. The thin shirt created a strange sensation as it rubbed against my bare skin.I took a deep breath, suppressing all my shyness, and pressed my chest against the closetfloor to give him a clearer view of my hips.

To let him see... the small black silicone vibrator I'd inserted into myself.

"Do you like it...? Your reward."

"You're fucking cruel...," Anwar trailed his fingers across my buttocks slowly before lettingout a tense laugh. "Incredibly cruel, but incredibly sexy."

I pursed my lips. The compliment made my heart pound like it would burst. Curiosity mademe turn to look back, meeting Anwar's gaze. He was still sitting there, his hair slightlyobscuring his face, but not his intensely passionate brown eyes. His lower lip was gentlybitten. His black shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his chest, only heightened his sex appeal.I almost wanted to cancel the promise I'd just made, just from that look in his eyes."I put it in for you," I pressed my forehead against my arm, moving my hips slowly andteasingly. Anwar moved closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me until Iwas sitting on his lap.

"Then shouldn't I be the one giving the reward?" Anwar whispered. Our lips met, and then hecupped my chin, crushing me with a passionate kiss. His warm hands caressed my bodythrough my thin shirt, teasing my nipples through the cool fabric until I instinctively pressedcloser.

Anwar's tongue invaded my mouth, playfully entwining with mine. No matter how I moved, hefound a way to meet and caress my tongue without missing a beat. He kissed and sucked onmy lower lip, creating a sound that only intensified my excitement. Glancing through thenarrow gap of the open closet door, I felt my mind spin.

"Ah, I missed you so much," I murmured as our lips parted, putting my arms around Anwar'sneck and burying my face in his broad shoulder. The faint scent of Anwar's cologne wasintoxicating. I inhaled it slowly, savoring it.

"Missed me, yet you wouldn't let me hug you for days," Anwar said with a smile, pressing mecloser and gently nipping at my nipple. His tongue darted out, sending shivers down myspine. I held my breath, pressing myself against him so he could taste my body more easily.

The light fabric brushed against my hips with every movement. The more I looked, the moreI realized the shirt was concealing nothing. At that moment, I was practically naked in frontof Anwar.

Anwar licked my nipples through my shirt until they were soaked, alternating between bothsides equally. His hands circled my hips, squeezing tightly, almost aggressively. The rawtouch excited me even more. He slid his fingers into my soft hair, gently tugging.

"Ah!" The vibrator inside me activated then. I jumped, startled because I wasn't prepared.

The jolt of sensation shot down to my fingertips and toes.

I'd never used it before. Not since buying it along with the other toys and rabbit vibrator thatday. I never thought it would feel like this... At first, it was just uncomfortable havingsomething foreign inside me, but as Anwar adjusted the remote, even at the lowest setting, Istarted to gasp for air.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. I leaned my head back and nibbled onhis warm neck, then licked it while whispering huskily, "Have you ever used one of thesebefore?"

Anwar supported my hips and increased the vibration speed and intensity, making my wholebody tense.

"Instead of wondering about that, shouldn't you be wondering about something else?" Anwarmurmured, softly kissing my shoulder then using his finger to push the vibrator deeper.

"Ah...Aaah!" My legs trembled. My stomach churned, and goosebumps erupted all over mybody. I pressed my hips against his strong thighs, grinding myself against him, desperate forrelief from the overwhelming sensation. Anwar chuckled softly, wrapping his arms aroundmy waist and watching my every move without blinking.

"Like what you just show me, and what I can do with it...to you," Anwar lifted his head to kissmy jawline, quickly pulling me off his lap. "For all those nights you teased me, how did Ifeel?"

The vibrator intensified, making me let out a sharp cry before I quickly covered my mouth.My breath hitched; I felt like I was dying. My whole body trembled; if Anwar hadn't held meup, I would have collapsed like before.

"Ah... Ah.... Anwar... Ah! Ugh," I squeezed my eyes shut. The deeper Anwar pushed itinside, the weaker my legs became, unable to control myself. Agony mingled with pleasure,almost unbearable. My arms, wrapped around his strong back, trembled as much as the restof me. I stared at our intertwined hands, suspended in the air.

"And how hard do you want me to take you when you tremble like this in my arms?"

The question felt distant. My mind was drifting, but it still spurred my imagination, picturingAnwar inside me, violently thrusting. Just the thought sent a searing heat through my body; Iwas almost at the edge.

His lips crushed against mine again, and I let him do whatever he wanted because I knew Icouldn't control anything anymore. Anwar's kisses were initially ravenous, grinding his lipsagainst mine until I gasped for breath. The intense sensation from below made meinstinctively jerk my head away, digging my fingers into his neck. I didn't even need to lookto know how violently my legs were shaking.

"Help me... help Blue," As I dug my fingers into his neck and moaned for him to help, Anwarsmiled gently and abruptly stopped the vibrator, leaving me stunned. He replaced thepassionate, demanding kisses with slow, tender ones. His tongue gently grazed mine.

I gasped, feeling like I'd been flung from heaven and slammed to the ground, dazed andaching, with tears welling up in my eyes. I pressed my forehead against his. My body stilltrembled slightly from the aftermath, while I tried to compose myself and respond to hiskisses.

"Good boy..." Anwar slowly licked my lower lip, then switched to a hard kiss without using histongue. He ran his hand down my hip, lifting my shirt to fondle my chest. His handsome facelooked impassive, though he was subtly smiling. His sharp eyes made me feel small andinferior. "Do you know what it's like to be aroused and then denied release?"

I shook my head. He pushed me down onto my back against the closet floor, he yanked mylegs up, holding them at his waist. Anwar hastily unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to thefloor near his legs, then leaned over me.

"Ah," I bit my lip. The heat spread from my temples to my neck. The cramped closet didn'tmake things difficult at all. Anwar's large body pressed against mine, the opening still filledwith the slowly-vibrating vibrator. He then took it, placing it on my stomach and forcing mylegs together tightly.

Because my shoulders were pressed against the closet wall, I was in a semi-sitting,semi-lying position. I could see everything clearly. Anwar held my knees together with onehand; the other held the remote. As soon as he moved, the vibrator inside me started again.I writhed. His warm body pressed against my stomach, slowly. He felt it so much that thehead was wet with his fluids. I quickly pulled my loose shirt up to my chest, letting it getsoiled instead of his expensive shirt.

Anwar narrowed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and thrust hard, making my body sway. Eventhough he wasn't actually penetrating me, what he was doing externally created a thrilling,exciting sensation that made me dig my fingers into the closet floor to release my emotions.

"Ahh!"

Suddenly, Anwar set the vibrator to its strongest setting. I moaned, my ears ringing, myvision blurring. I could still feel his body moving rapidly against my inner thighs andstomach.

"Mmm," Anwar bent down and nudged my chest with his nose. His low voice made meswallow, my eyes involuntarily glancing out of the closet through a gap of a few centimeters.My body tensed as I heard footsteps approaching.

The sound of leather shoes on marble grew closer, making it clear someone had entered theroom. I raised my hand, pushing my hair away from my face. My heart pounded in my chest.Anwar quickly lowered the intensity of the vibrator to reduce the noise before gently closingthe closet door.

"Did you hear something just now?"

"Are you sure it wasn't that hip-hop song? That girl likes to pull songs from YouTube, andthey always have that annoying voiceover in the music videos." The closet was dark, but oureyes had adjusted enough that I could still see things. Fear intensified, preventing me frommoving even an inch. I tried to breathe as quietly as possible to avoid being discovered.I met Anwar's gaze, a twitch of a smile playing at the corner of his beautiful mouth that sentmy heart fluttering.

He moved slowly. The closet was quite sturdy, so it didn't creak as he moved. Anwar raisedan eyebrow slightly as my eyes widened. His expression remained impassive.

Something changed his mind. Anwar paused and pulled back, listening to the footsteps stillpacing around the bedroom.

I bit my lip hard, suppressing a sound. My limbs felt weak as Anwar used his index andmiddle fingers to hold the vibrator between my legs and began to move it in and out. Hisother hand braced against the closet wall for support. His handsome face leaned down untilhis hair touched my bare skin. Anwar silently kissed my thigh, licking the area like a dog.

Occasionally, he'd bite hard enough to leave a mark on my pale skin.

My body jolted. The sharp pain was replaced by intense pleasure as Anwar increased thespeed. He moved the vibrator in a circular motion, almost pulling it completely out beforeforcefully thrusting it back in.

Anwar moved closer, meeting my gaze. The pleasure was rougher, more primal than before,a stark contrast to the gentle, tender kisses he pressed against my lips.

"Seems like we're keeping the noise down," Anwar murmured, more to himself than to me.He bent down, sucking on my lips until they were swollen, then trailed kisses down mysweating neck. "Want to try moaning for me, sweetheart?"

"N-no," I shook my head, before my mouth fell open as Anwar spun the vibrator, thrusting itin and out rapidly. The vibrations and impact made my eyes roll back. For a second, I felt likeI was losing consciousness, and Anwar pulled me back to reality by putting down the remoteand using that hand to caress my body.

The footsteps faded until silence fell. They didn't suspect this closet—it seemed they wereeither too lazy to search thoroughly or just doing a cursory check of the room.

"You know, your expression just now was incredibly arousing," Anwar smiled, using hisfingertip to rub my head, sending shivers through me. His words fueled my imagination,conjuring images of us together again.

"Well, if you're not going to... uh... then what will you do? Uh! Will you beg me?" I teased,seeing the satisfied expression on Anwar's face; he seemed to be enjoying what we weredoing, what I was saying.

"No, I won't beg," Anwar nibbled softly on my ear. His low voice was husky and breathy.

"You're the one who has to beg me."

With that, he intensified the stimulation both front and back, my mind going blank. Moanswere trapped inside me, even as my mouth hung open. Anwar's touch was overwhelming,causing me to gasp with pleasure; my whole body felt light, the sensation spreading from myspine down to my toes.

I clung tightly to his strong neck, my face thrown back in a mixture of pleasure and defiance.My body was overwhelmed with pleasure, my vision blurring. Anwar yanked my hips upward,pressing my legs against his chest. The vibrator vibrated intensely, its motor humming loudly.

I shook my head furiously, my breaths coming in ragged gasps and moans that anyonenearby would have clearly heard. My toes dug into the surface of the closet.

Just as I felt myself nearing climax, Anwar abruptly stopped everything, removing his handsfrom my body and the vibrator simultaneously.

"Ugh! No!" I protested loudly, noticing his sharp, amused grin.

Anwar leaned in and kissed me, sucking and licking my lips as if I were some delicious treat.My body trembled uncontrollably, completely out of my control. Being left hanging like thiswas even more agonizing than the first time, so torturous that I wanted to scream.

"Yes?"

"Anwar... An... hic," I tensed my stomach, shaking my head as I looked up at him withpleading eyes. I shamefully raised my hips, grinding against his strong body.

Hot tears welled in my eyes; a single blink was enough for one to fall, tracing a path downmy cheek.

"Blue, what do you want? Tell me," Anwar asked with clear, innocent eyes, gently strokingmy leg as if to soothe me.

"I'm suffering," I gritted my teeth, trembling all over, even my hand as I reached up to touchhis sculpted jawline. "Anwar, please make me cum. Please."

"Are you going to quickly finish yourself and leave me to suffer again? You said you'd giveme a reward, didn't you?" Anwar smiled sweetly, his handsome face conveying gentleness.

He pulled me up to kneel as before, his large hand loosely holding himself, then began a fewhasty strokes before letting go, staring intently at me. "Use your pretty mouth, will you?"

I looked up, my gaze flickering between his eyes and his large member. My hands rested onthe ground. I slowly inched backward to get the right angle, suppressing my own achingneed and leaned down until my cheek brushed against his hot, hard flesh.

"Mmm," Anwar let out a soft moan as I opened my mouth to take him in. I began to move,engulfing him as much as I could before using my tongue to play along his slightly twitchingflesh, languidly teasing and then nipping at the head until Anwar gasped for breath.

"Damn..." Anwar's dark eyebrows furrowed, his expression serious as I looked up at him. Hetook a deep breath, placing one hand at the back of my neck. "What did I teach you?"

I tried to remember Anwar's instructions, what he liked, what he'd told me. Then I gave himfree rein, using both hands to support the base and licking all over it, from tip to base. I tiltedmy face so he could clearly see what I was doing, despite my embarrassment.

When I heard Anwar mutter a curse, I took him into my mouth again, rapidly stroking whilesucking until my cheeks hollowed.

Anwar raised a hand to his face, wiping it quickly. He looked away. Just as I was feelingsmug about throwing him off, he rapidly pressed the remote, increasing the vibrator'sintensity to its maximum. I accidentally pressed my face down deep, the hot throbbinghitting my throat. He tensed instantly, as did I. My hips bucked up before I instinctivelyclamped my legs together.

I gripped Anwar's shirt tightly. The intense sensations in my mouth and behind me wereagonizing, nearly unbearable. Anwar squeezed my neck and then began gently thrustingagainst me. I fought to control myself, focusing on making him feel good.

"Blue... Blue... damn..." Anwar's voice was thick and hoarse. He lightly tugged my hair. "Letgo of me."

"Mmm," I moaned, my body trembling. As I pulled back, Anwar yanked me up onto his lap,quickly pressing a passionate kiss onto my lips, unfazed by my recent oral activity. Wekissed until saliva dribbled from the corners of our mouths; Anwar licked it away and thenfrantically caressed my body.

A tingling sensation spread through my abdomen. I felt my pulse thrumming in my temples. Ishamelessly pressed my lower body against his, grinding my hips back and forth, still feelingthe insistent vibrations of the vibrator deep inside me.

"Ah... Aaah..." I dug my fingers into his strong shoulders, desperately clinging to him. Sweatbeaded on my face and hairline, despite the room not being particularly warm.

Anwar kissed and nibbled my lips, cheeks, neck, earlobe, and chest – everywhere he couldreach. Our heavy breathing mingled in the confined space.

In the final moments, I saw nothing but his beautiful brown eyes staring intently at me. Anwarmoved faster, pulling himself closer as I squeezed my eyes shut, tears falling down mycheeks. A searing wave of pleasure washed over me.

"Love me... love..." I bit my lower lip, my own voice surprising me. I didn't dare open my eyesto see Anwar's expression, but as soon as I finished speaking, he kissed me again, histongue tangling with mine until our breaths mingled.

I couldn't think. I felt nothing but his touch, my body convulsing. I gasped for breath, eventhough our lips remained locked.

My body was forcefully thrown onto my back with a thud. I came, spilling across mystomach. Anwar leaned over, straddling me; his hands still moved rapidly, his panting breatha hot whisper in my ear.

"Baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. He stroke himself a few more times,then collapsed on top of me again, his fluids mingling with mine before dripping down mywaist and onto the wooden floor.

We remained like that for a minute, simply catching our breath before opening our eyes tolook at each other.

Anwar's face was initially serious, then gradually broke into a smile. I was incrediblyflustered, my whole body hot and blushing. I couldn't bring myself to smile or speak, onlybreathing heavily as my chest rose and fell, gazing silently at the person above me.

"You... you..."

"..."

"What did you do to me?" Anwar whispered hoarsely. He brushed his nose against mine,shaking his head playfully before pressing a tender kiss to my lips. "What did you do to me?"

This kiss was completely different from what we'd just experienced. This was a kiss thatmade my body feel light, filled with happiness.

I traced the warm lines of his face, my hand lingering on his cheek until he pulled away."Next time, I won't make promises like that," I chuckled, shaking my head slightly beforelicking his lips and then giving him a quick kiss.

"Don't worry. Next time, I won't ask for promises like that. Now I know what I want to ask for."

"Hmm."

"Next time, I want you to love me fiercely until I can't take it anymore, okay?"

"Hmm," Anwar smiled radiantly, his eyes sparkling. "I'll love you until you can't love anyoneelse."