Hidden Ville High

He called me "my del" with affection. "My del" was the name he fondly called me, although it sounded gently this time. His lafta fragrance stole the mood of the room, and I could feel him all around me. With my eyes closed, I felt a slight smile slowly forming on my lips. I sensed him getting closer to me. There wasn't even a space between us as he stood directly behind me. His gentle palm brace was softly stroking my skin, sending chills down my spine. "My del" was the whispery way he said my name. Oh, that feeling. My legs started to weaken, but my hero grabbed me by the waist to save me. My eyeballs pop open. I desire him even more because of how tightly he holds me. I felt his hands travel down my belly and then move to my hips. He gives me a tingling feeling that I like. I let out a little sigh as I inhaled and absorbed every bit of the thrill I was experiencing. He picked me up off the ground and put me in the bed just behind me. He started kissing my neck tenderly while occasionally giving me quick bursts of affection. I had no choice but to savor the sensation. This time, I really wanted his lips. I reached for his lips because I couldn't contain this desire any longer, but he graciously refused. I really like the games he was playing when it was his turn to play them. Without using his hands, I could hear him removing his shoes. My dress was being removed by busy hands. I lay down and gazed into his eyes with a plethora of emotions that I was unable to articulate, including hunger, love, and contentment. "Quit playing games," I managed to say. "I don't play these games often," he replied, leaning in for a lingering kiss. What a kiss. Heaven could not have imagined a more exquisite kiss. Tender and passionate. Full of unending longing and eternal promise. Cold chills sizzled across the backs of my knees, in stark contrast to the scorching and demanding fire pressing at me from within. He then made his way to my thighs slowly trailing his fingers up to my cookie, rubbing against it. It just drove me almost crazy but in a good way. I could feel my legs shaking as he played with me so gently. I reached out for his lips again but roughly this time. The burning sensation I felt inside of me demanded it. I munched on his lips roughly as I ran my hands through his hair, moans escaping my lips from time to time. I could feel it, as if our souls were intertwined, as if we were alone in the world. Slowly he began to stroke me gently, planting kisses on my neck and my lips. Just him and me. ******* I cherish every moment we spend together. Thank you for deciding to be my girl; believe me, I adore you. I did not immediately decide to do this; I had been considering it for a long time. I'd say it again. Adele, I adore you so much. I wish we could live the rest of our lives together..... Tears started to fall from my eyes. What on earth am I reading now? .....I wish I could hold your hand and go down the aisle with you someday. I've always pictured us exchanging wedding vows, but those will remain dreams. I hope I could stay with you forever. What does he mean by 'he wish'? I began crying profusely. My body breaking down. He can't be doing this. Crest No! I shouted, grasping my head. My head was already adding. What does he intend by all this? Where did I go wrong? We didn't fight or argue, and he didn't appear to be the type to abandon me unexpectedly. You spent the night with me and then left me alone with a note? This type of note. So many thoughts went through my head. Where should I start? How do I move forward? I stood up from the bed in quest of my clothes and luggage. I could not find them anywhere on the floor. Oh, yes! I forgot that he is a gentle man. I made my way to the wardrobe and found my outfit properly folded. He got me the make-up kits and skin care goods I asked for on our last date. This even made me cry more. Is he for real? What a lovely way to break up with me. You get me wonderful things, then disappear and give me the last royal treatment I'll ever have.