Chapter 042
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I proceed to remove my dress. I struggle. Damn this. I’m not used to this kind of clothes. Aaron raises himself up and winds his arms around me. I thought he’s gonna hug me but then I hear the sound of zipper and the dress falling from my shoulders and chest. Then he unhooks my brassiere and let it fall around my waist. Half-naked, I instinctively cover myself. He touches the curve in my waist and pulls me closer.
“Don’t hide, please,” he whispers and I let my arms fall to my side.
Aaron stares at me and I faintly hear a moan escape from his mouth. He lowers his head and pours passionate kisses all over my body. I struggle against him, as if not knowing how to position myself in the strange sensation. In the end, I content myself by holding his shoulders for support, disoriented at the emotions he’s bringing up. When hot lips spin around my exposed chest, I shudder as I watch him bury his face on me.
“Aaron…” I breathe in.
As if heeding my call, he lifts my waist and makes me lie on my back. His lips find mine and I respond to him as eagerly as I can, taking experience from our previous make-out sessions, but he didn’t stop there. When I’m losing my breath, his kisses go to the side of my mouth, my chin, neck and back to my cheeks again. All the time, his hands explore until he caresses the inside of my thighs.
I shriek and cover my mouth in surprise. “Sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry, they won’t hear you outside, unless you scream.”
That’s not the point! I’m not used to this! This might be my second life, but I’ve never experienced this before. Not once!
He kisses the back of my hands to loosen it. His hands deftly go up my inner thighs and find my tender skin. Involuntarily, my legs tightens around him and a suppressed moan escapes my lips.
“Wait…” I swallow. “This might not be your first, but this is mine.”
Aaron smiles and kisses my forehead, “Holly, I had the pleasure to meet you when I’m just eighteen years old.”
I stare, understanding the meaning behind his words. I really thought that he’s fooling around with other girls during weekdays when I’m not around because, how could he be this good without any practice? I remove my hands from my mouth and reach up to wind my arms around his neck. Why is it that he can be this precious?
“Okay, let’s do it,” I say and connect my lips to his.
His fingers continue its service as he dips into me. I stifle a sound from my lips and close my eyes. He spreads my legs and I instinctively cling to his arms. Then he sinks himself heavily between my parted legs. As the pain registers, I bury my face to his chest, trying to stifle the pain. There is worse pain than this. This is nothing. But as he pushes deeper into my body, I feel my body tense.
“Don’t tighten...” Aaron whispers as if he’s begging me.
But I can’t relax even if I want to. As if realizing my predicament, he kisses me. However, it’s not enough to distract me. I start to move my hips, to at least adapt with the fullness inside of me. However, it’s just creating an opposite effect as Aaron groans in pleasure.
“You’re killing me...” he whispers as sweat trickles from his brows.
I stop, thinking if that is wrong and if I am hurting him too. Taking the cue, he begins to move and with each thrust, he pushes deeper into my body. As the pain worsens, tears start to form but all I can do is cling unto him, trapped underneath him and hoping that my fingernails won’t injure his back.
I feel his body shiver in each labored breath, and after a few more thrusts, he mutters a muffled cry and drops on my body. I watch him heaving and he reaches to my cheeks to caress it, wiping the tears that I didn’t know are still there.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?” he asks.
I shake my head. I expect this. In class, they told us it will hurt the first time, and if it’s Aaron, then it's fine. I touch his hand and close my eyes. Liking the feel of his palm on my cheek as I drift off to sleep.
But before sleep completely engulfs me, I hear him whisper, “You have my heart forever.”
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I wake up at the rays of sunlight peeking through the slit of the curtains. I cover my eyes with my arm and realize the weight of arms around my waist. I look beside me and see Aaron in the morning light. He looks like how a young man should be, none of the passion that he showed last night. I smile as I remember his words before I drift off to sleep.
Then reality hits me in the face. I remove Aaron’s arms around my body and sit on the side of the bed. I touch my belly, realizing the repercussions of what I’ve done. Remembering the promise I’ve given to Senyor Pablo and the murder of Master Orson. Can I turn my back on it just for a chance at happiness?
I’m happy? I look back at Aaron and watch as his chest rises and falls in his sleep. Yes, I am. But can I turn my back and forget about the coming destruction of the Quads? Of the death I suffered from Olivia? Of letting Olivia degrade into that? Selfishly, I want to and hope that everything will be just fine.
I crawl back under the blankets and lay on my side as I watch Aaron. Those unfortunate events have passed, surely if I stay with him, I will not get the same ending as the previous timeline? There will be no Quads destruction that will happen. And certainly, Master Orson will forgive me for choosing this happiness and contentment over revenge? Maybe, I can apologize to Master Deborah, Nico and Senyor Pablo for wasting their time on someone like me? Maybe, they’ll forgive me and I can live the rest of my life with Aaron. Maybe, I can go out of the zone once in a while but return to him in the end? My home will be here, with him.
“Ugh,” Aaron utters, opens his eyes and pulls me closer to his chest. “Now I know why you hate waking up with me on your face.”
I snuggle with him and close my eyes, maybe, just maybe, this is the right decision after all.
To be continued…
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