Chapter 219: The First Night
Back then, we did our own laundry and always wore our PJs tight at night, never daring to be so bold. The closest we got was a goodnight kiss on the forehead before bed.
"Want to see how I put on my underwear?" Brad joked, pretending to lift the blanket. I was so embarrassed and pissed off that I bolted to the bathroom.
I crouched in the corner, pressing my burning cheeks against the cold tiles, trying to chill out. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about Brad's ripped body, his abs, and that lower abdomen. It was like a loop in my head.
I wanted to forget, but I just couldn't. I was totally lost.
After a bit, Brad's voice echoed again, "You gonna watch me use the bathroom now?"
Who the heck wanted to see that? I was fuming!
I had to find somewhere else to be!
"Brad, you perv!" I snapped, turning around to yell at him, but seeing him in just his underwear, my words got stuck, and I couldn't look away.
I'd been hiding in the bathroom for like ten minutes, and he was still just in his underwear. What a slowpoke.
If Brad hadn't tossed me out of the bathroom, I didn't know how long I would've stayed there, dazed.
That night, Brad took forever in the bathroom. When he finally came out, he had this weird smell on him that I'd never noticed before. I asked him what he used to shower, saying the smell was gross, but he just ignored me. No matter how much I asked, he wouldn't spill.
After downing the porridge I made, he crashed again, holding me tight.
Because of what happened earlier, his embrace felt different.
How to describe it? It was extra hot, extra tight, and that weird scent was super strong. I wasn't used to it, so I kept squirming, trying to get comfy.
Brad noticed and, with a mischievous grin, pinched my waist and pulled me close, whispering in my ear, "I want to, really want to, but not now. I'm beat. I want your first time to be perfect. So, hang in there."
It took me a sec to get what he meant, and my face went beet red.
Who wanted it? Who was hanging in there? What a perv!
Was this almost thirty-year-old dude for real?
I yanked my hand out and pounded his broad shoulder. It was rock solid; I couldn't budge him, and my hand hurt. I tried kicking, but before I could lift my leg, he trapped it with his legs, making it impossible to move.
Fine, I'd bite. The moment my lips touched his shoulder, his body went stiff, and his breath on my forehead turned scorching, like lava, almost burning me.
Brad used his hands and feet to pin me down, his eyes blazing as he flipped me over and kissed me hard.
The air was thick, and the temperature kept climbing.
The kiss went on for what felt like forever, almost like he was kissing my soul away, before he finally pulled back, panting in my ear.
Through the thin fabric, I could feel everything, and I was too freaked out to move, scared I'd set him off.
Brad was right. This day was bound to come, but the first time should be special, with candlelight dinners, moonlit beaches, seas of roses, round beds, or something like that. At least one or two of those things should be there to make it perfect.
Plus, these things should happen step by step. The prerequisite for this step was that he had to go from being a probationary boyfriend to an official one.
Otherwise, no deal.
Finally, Brad's breathing steadied. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he tightened his arms, refusing to let me go, and said, "Don't move anymore. I really can't hold back, and I'm totally wiped out. Just wait a little longer, okay?"
He tempted me to bite him again, but I decided against it, not knowing what might happen if I did.
Five minutes later, his tense body relaxed, and his breathing became steady and long.
Asleep? Asleep!
He was asleep!
I still wanted to ask him who he was holding at that time, but there was no chance tonight.
It was really frustrating to have something to say but not be able to say it.
The next morning, a clear bird song woke me up. I opened my eyes to see Brad sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt. When he saw I was awake, he smiled gently.
I was startled and hurriedly got up, grabbing his shirt hem, "Brad, are you leaving? Where are you going? I'll go too."
Brad put my hand back under the blanket and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "It's still early. Sleep a bit more. I'm going to the hospital. If it gets too late tonight, I'll stay at the school dorm. No need to trouble you and mess up your sleep. Call me if you need anything."
I panicked and blurted out, "Are you going to see that girl? Didn't Victor say someone was taking care of her? Why are you going?"
I didn't know what I was thinking at the time, but the words just came out. Like a protective dog with its bone. I got up and grabbed Brad's collar, straddling his lap, selfishly wanting to keep him by my side. "Brad, I don't want you to go."
By the time I said the last word, my voice had changed, my nose tingled, and warm tears started to flow.
Sensing my overly sensitiveness, Brad gently patted my back, like comforting a daughter. "I told you before, there's a team working with us on the reconstruction. On the day of the incident, she was with me at the school. To save me, she was buried in the mud for two days. When she was rescued, she had no feeling below her waist. She had emergency surgery yesterday, but the results weren't good. I'm very worried. She saved me, so I have to go see her. People can't be heartless. You understand that, right?"
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