Burning With Passion

The days stretched on, each one feeling longer without her presence. My world, once a monochrome palette, had been injected with vibrant hues by her mere existence. I, known for my reserved and cold demeanor, found myself missing the warmth she effortlessly brought into my life with her slight smile.
Two weeks of her absence weighed heavily on me. Everywhere I looked, her face haunted my thoughts, superimposing itself on every passing girl. Glimpses of her lingered in every corner of my surroundings.
I couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer. The impulse to know overwhelmed me, and I dialed her number. Her mom answered, revealing she had gone to the doctor for a checkup. My heart raced, my mind a storm of worry.
"What happened to her?" I blurted out.
"Nothing serious, just a minor fever and body ache," her mom reassured me in a plain tone.
"Okay, tell her that I called," I responded before hanging up. The night passed slowly, and she didn't reach out to me. My concern deepened.
"Maybe her mom forgot to pass on the information to her," I reasoned with myself, attempting to quell the rising unease. "Or maybe she's not in the condition to contact anyone." The ambiguity gnawed at me, and sleep became elusive as I grappled with the unknown.
The decision to go and see her in person had solidified in my mind after a night of contemplation. "Yeah, that's a pretty good idea. I should go. She will be happy to see me."
The following day, I skipped school as well, taking the time to prepare. After a shower, I dressed up meticulously, styling my hair with care. White lilies, her favorite flowers, and some chocolates adorned my black sports bicycle as I set off towards her home.
Her residence lay across the bridge near the river, a small double-story house fitting for her modest family. I clutched the brakes, parked my bicycle, and unloaded the gifts. Tucking in my shirt and fixing my hair, I walked along the asphalt road leading to her house.
A gentle knock echoed. Footsteps approached, and the door creaked open. It was her mom. "Hi, I'm Arthur, Bella's school friend," I introduced myself.
"Oh, I see. Please come inside, son," she welcomed me.
Hesitant steps led me into a small living room adorned with tapestries, wall hangings, and pictures of a little girl. Recognition struck me as I noticed a photo of Bella at three or four, holding a doll larger than herself. A warm smile spread across my face.
"This way, son," her mom gestured, leading me to Bella's room.
I followed her quietly, anticipation building. "See Bella, who's here to see you," her mom announced as we entered the room.
There she was, lying on her bed with a baby pink blanket draped over her shoulders. A smile lit up her face as she spotted me. Suppressing any tears, I approached her.
Her mom excused herself, promising to return with something for me to eat. I placed the bouquet of white lilies and the box of chocolates on her bedside table.
"There's no need for this," she protested, tilting her head to look around.
"It's my love. Kindly accept it," I insisted.
Her smile widened. "I missed you."
She looked into my eyes and then shyly averted her gaze. The room filled with an unspoken connection, the warmth of our shared emotions overshadowing the concern for her health.
Sitting at the edge of her bed, I rested my hand on hers and gently moved my thumb on the back of her hand. "I don't like going to a school where you don't study. Get well soon and come to school pretty soon."
"Aww... I will," she responded with a smile.
Leaning forward, I planted a tender kiss on her forehead. Her eyes closed as my breath traveled down her nose bridge, lips, and neck. I softly kissed her, savoring the moment. Moving to her ear, I gently bit her lobe, eliciting a sweet cry.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I apologized, and she giggled.
I joined in, playfully following her lead. Eventually, she opened her eyes, revealing tears ready to flow. I pressed the lids with my thumbs, squeezing the tears away.
"I can't bear them in your eyes. There should be just my reflection that your eyes are allowed to bear," I whispered against her cheeks, licking the salty water streaming down her face.
Her face burned with fever, and my heart ached with the urge to kiss her fiercely, to suck out all the illness, transfer all my energy to her, and make her healthy again. The desire to heal her overpowered me, and I longed for the moment when she would be well and vibrant once more.
I was about to hit my target when I heard steps reaching us, I instantly pulled myself back.
"I see my daughter seems quite cheerful today. You should visit her quite often." Her mother said as she placed the tray of refreshments between us.
"I would love to," I said as I looked towards her and we both smiled.
"How's your Mom and Dad?" She asked.
"They are pretty good," I replied and explained my Mum's activities to her.
It was the ringing of the phone that made her left us alone for a few minutes.
It was brewing hot between my thighs, the heat transferred to all parts of my body and made me pull on her mouth as soon as her Mom turned the corner.
I kissed her hard this time because there's nothing that could stop me from doing it.
It was even hotter inside her than me, I recognized as her whole body was burning like hell but I didn't care.
She moved her hands up and down on my back as I nearly jumped onto her body. Our tongues curled, I bite on her dry, hot lips and made her short of air with my passion.
"Don't stop." She whispered as I pulled myself back because I sensed her mother reaching us again.
I smirked and wiped my fingers on her lips.
"Neither, I want to."
"But let's make these burning beans wait." I winked.
She smiled as her mom entered the room.
I took my leave but it's days before she comes to school today and I surely had plans to make it even more special and pleasurable for her.


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