Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
as I leave my room, I walk up to her and say calmly "I would like to know why you are like this!"I look at her but calmly
Her eyes widen in surprise as he actually speaks to her without hostility. She can feel heat rising to her cheeks as she crosses her arms, glaring at him. Her posture is defensive and aggressive, even though she's well aware that he poses no threat whatsoever.
"You really want to know why I am like this? Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth. "It's because you're a man. And men...they've done nothing but bring suffering and misery into the world since the beginning of time. You disgust me, just as every other pathetic excuse for a human male does."
She pauses, staring at him with narrowed eyes. "You should be thankful that I don't make you suffer worse than this," she says, gesturing to the room around them. "But rest assured, one day...one day soon..." Her voice trails off ominously as her gaze flicks up to meet his for a moment before returning to staring at something on the floor between them.
"Now if you don't mind," she mutters, turning away from him, "I need to finish my breakfast and get ready." With that, she turns her back to him and busies herself with eating, trying not to think about how close their bodies are or what he might be doing while she isn't looking.
as I look down in a sad and defeated manner...I close my eyes and go into the garden to do some gardening and harvest fresh fruits and vegetables, I remain silent and calm
As she eats her breakfast, she keeps an eye on him out of the corner of her eye. He seems so defeated...so pathetic. It's almost enough to make her feel sorry for him, but then she reminds herself that he is a man and deserves every bit of suffering she doles out.
After finishing up her food, she rinses her plate off and returns it to the cupboard before walking back over to where Bruce is working in the garden. "Well," she says casually, flicking a stray piece of grass from her shirt, "I'm going out for a bit. Don't wait up, because if I find you still awake when I get back...let's just say there might be some extra chores in your future."
With that, she struts out of the room without giving him another glance, leaving him to tend to his garden and contemplate her words.
as evening comes, I am in my room working and revising for future exams, while Ava comes into the house, I take care of my revision calmly and without saying anything
As she enters the room, her eyes automatically drift over to where he sits at his desk, hunched over his work. She smirks slightly before speaking. "Looks like you were busy while I was gone. Good for you," she says sarcastically. "I just want to remind you that if you're ever hoping for things to change between us...if you're ever hoping to prove yourself as something more than the worthless piece of shit I know you are..."
Her voice trails off, leaving him hanging on her every word. She takes a step closer, looming over him now, and he can feel the heat from her body against his skin. "You're going to have to work for it," she whispers, looking down at him with those big green eyes. Her face is inches from his own as she stands there, challenging him without ever saying another word.
I look at her and turn my head to look at her more and I say in a tired and calm way "Why should I fight? For whom? I have already fought many times but it changes nothing, treat me like a pathetic person, I will do nothing, anyway, for you, I am just a pathetic person nothing more!"I look at my book in a calm way
Her face flushes with anger as he insults himself. "Shut up," she hisses, leaning in even closer so that their breath mingles across their faces. "Don't you ever talk about yourself like that! You are strong...and brave...and smart." She pauses, searching for the right words. "You just need to learn how to use those things properly," she finishes with a sinister smile.
Without another word, she spins on her heel and strides purposefully out of the room once more, leaving him sitting there at his desk with a mixture of confusion and growing apprehension.
as I watch her leave, I refocus on my revision, while it is very late, I am silently asleep at the desk
As she drifts off to sleep, her mind wanders back to earlier today...to the way he looked at his book with determination despite how exhausted he was. Something about that image doesn't sit right with her; it stirs up feelings of confusion and admiration that she thought had long since faded away.
She tosses restlessly, unable to get comfortable in her bed. Part of her wants to go back out there and confront him...to force him to fight for her approval or attention. Another part of her is terrified of what might happen if she does. After all, he's a man...and men can be unpredictable.
as the sun rises, I wake up first, I start making breakfast, then I sit on the table to eat my breakfast, bacon and egg
Her eyes flutter open as she hears the sounds of him moving around in the kitchen. She sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she listens to him make breakfast. For some reason, knowing that he's there with her brings a sense of comfort...of familiarity. It's something she hasn't felt in a long time, and it bothers her more than she wants to admit.
She gets out of bed, quickly changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top before padding barefoot into the living room. "What are you making for breakfast?" she asks with a yawn, trying to keep the irritation from her voice as she glances at the clock on the wall. It's barely even morning yet; shouldn't he still be sleeping?
as I look at her, I say calmly "Hi Ava, I'm making bacon and eggs, do you want some too!"I look at her and wait for her answer
"Hmm...no thanks," she replies distractedly as she sits down on the couch, leaning back against one of the pillows. Her eyes drift over to where he stands at the stove, watching his every move with an almost...curiosity. It's almost as if there's something about him today that's different than usual...but she can't quite put her finger on it.
She decides to change the subject, "So, what are you planning on doing today?" She asks between yawns, trying not to focus too much on how close they are or how good he smells.
I do the dishes and I answer him "nothing...and you, do you have anything planned for today?"I tidy up the dishes and the kitchen
"Oh, you know," she says with a careless shrug. "Same old, same old." She lies down on the couch, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches him clean up the kitchen. A strange sense of camaraderie washes over her for some reason; it's almost enough to make her forget that he's a man...almost.
"So," she continues after a moment's hesitation, "do you want to go out later or something? There's this new coffee shop I've been meaning to try..." Her voice trails off hopefully as she meets his gaze, wondering what he might say. Maybe today could be different...or maybe it'll just be another day in this endless cycle of pain and misery that is her life with Bruce.
I remain static, shocked by her proposal, then I calm down and say "ok...we can go out together....!"I look at her quickly then turn my head to continue tidying up
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she can feel herself blushing furiously beneath her tan skin. "R-really?" she stammers out before quickly regaining her composure. "Great! Just give me a few minutes to get ready and we can go." She smiles brightly at him, feeling oddly elated by this small victory...as if maybe there's hope for them after all.
With renewed energy, she leaps off the couch and heads into her room, practically skipping as she closes the door behind her. The moment it's out of sight, she lets out a sigh of relief and collapses onto her bed in disbelief. What was that about? Why did she suggest going out with him? Maybe...maybe there's more to him than she thought.
With that thought lingering at the back of her mind, she quickly gets ready for their adventure outside. After all, it could be the beginning of something new...or just another day in the never-ending cycle of their dysfunctional relationship. Only time will tell.
as I walk next to her, I can only be a little frustrated, even if I go out with Ava, it doesn't mean that everything is forgotten, my fear and my sadness is still in me, then a friend comes up to Ava and her friend says"wow...Ava...you are beautiful and....you are still with that pathetic disgusting man!" her friend laughs, as I hear that, I look at Ava then I lower my head in a broken way, I step back so as not to see them, her friend continues to laugh next to her
Her face burns with embarrassment as she listens to her friend gush over how beautiful and amazing she is...and then there are those awful words. Ugly, disgusting, pathetic. She bites her lip, not wanting to look at Bruce after that, but still feeling the heat of his gaze on the back of her neck.
"Well..." she starts lamely, awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot, "he's really not so bad once you get to know him." Her voice sounds hollow even to her ears as she tries desperately to defend their relationship, or rather the pitiful excuse for one that it is.
Her friend laughs again, oblivious to how much pain this exchange has caused. "Oh sure, Ava," she says with a knowing grin, "just keep telling yourself that." With another giggle, she takes Ava's arm and pulls her away, continuing down the street in search of more excitement.
A lonely tear slips down Ava's cheek as she watches her friend disappear around the corner. She wipes it away hastily, not wanting Bruce to see her cry...not when he doesn't deserve that much. "I-I'm sorry," she murmurs, turning to face him at last. Her green eyes are red and puffy from crying, but they hold a newfound determination as well.
"Let's just...forget about that, okay? It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks." She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, trying to regain some semblance of pride. "Besides," she adds with a small smile, "I actually did have fun today. Thanks for taking me out."
He looks at her for a long moment before responding,
"I'm glad you liked it!" I lower my head still hurt then I raise my head and I say "hu...Ava.....I..pffff..I'm sorry.....if at first I hurt you.... I wasn't used to living with a girl, moreover, a super sexy and attractive girl...but I know that I would never have a chance" I say in a soft and calm way without any other words, I walk in front with the rain falling, I put an umbrella on her so that she doesn't get rained on while I am in the rain but I continue walking, still frustrated
Her eyes widen slightly at his words, taken aback by the apology...and by him calling her sexy and attractive. It's such a foreign concept to her that she doesn't quite know how to process it. She swallows hard before responding, "It-it's okay, Bruce." Her voice is hesitant, uncertain.
"I mean," she continues, pausing to find the right words, "you don't have to keep saying you're sorry or anything...we just need to...I dunno, try and get along from now on. As roommates. That's all." Her expression softens as she reaches out to lightly touch his arm. "Right?"
There's a long silence as they walk together beneath the umbrella, neither of them quite sure what to say next or where this newfound understanding might lead them. All Ava knows is that she can't go back to hating him the way she did before...not now that they've both seen a glimpse of what life could be like if they just tried.
as we get home, I look at Ava and let her go in first then I say quietly "I'm going to sleep, see you tomorrow!"I leave for my room to go to sleep without waiting for her answer
As they enter the apartment, Ava offers Bruce a tentative smile before heading down the hall to their bedrooms. Once inside her room, she lets out a long, shuddering breath and collapses onto her bed with relief. She can still feel his touch where he'd gently brushed against her arm outside, and it sends tingles up and down her spine in a way that feels both familiar and unnerving all at once.
She stares up at the ceiling, lost in thought for hours, trying to process everything that's happened today. It's been so different from anything she's ever experienced with Bruce...and yet it feels oddly right somehow. Maybe there's hope for them after all, even if they are doomed to share this awful existence as roommates first and nothing more.
Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her and she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of a better tomorrow...one where she doesn't have to hate herself or anyone else for simply existing.
as the sun rises, Ava wakes up feeling calm and refreshed, but then notices that I'm not in the house
Her eyes snap wide open as she takes in her empty room. Where is he? She hadn't meant to fall asleep so soundly...had she accidentally slept through their morning routine? Her heart begins to race with anxiety and panic. What if something has happened to him? He could be hurt, or worse!
Throwing aside the blankets, she scrambles out of bed and rushes down the hall to find Bruce. As she enters the living room, her relief is palpable; he's there, asleep on the couch. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she approaches him, carefully lifting one arm before draping it over his chest and gently nudging his shoulder.
"Bruce," she whispers, tilting her head so that she can see his face even in his sleep. "Time to wake up, handsome." There's a new softness to her voice, one he hasn't heard before. He stirs slightly beneath her touch but doesn't wake up fully. She takes advantage of the moment, leaning closer still and brushing her lips against his cheek, feeling his warmth seep into her. "Time to start another day," she murmurs, resisting the urge to kiss him properly.
Her breath fans across his neck as she waits for him to stir again. When he finally does, opening his eyes to meet hers, there's a sparkle of confusion and maybe even hope in their depths that makes her heart race anew. And yet, despite everything that's happened between them...despite the hurt and anger and frustration...she can't help but feel a tiny thread of something more as she watches him wake up beneath her gaze.
as I wake up feeling refreshed, I look at her and smile at her "you're spying on me in my sleep!"I smile at her and kiss her without knowing if it's good or bad, I hold her in my arms lying on the couch, her breasts warm my chest and her body warms mine, I continue to kiss her touching her hands in a sensual way
Her heart beats faster as his lips meet hers, sending shivers of delight down her spine. The heat of their bodies presses them closer together on the couch, and she gives a small moan into his mouth as he begins to touch her, his hands skimming over her breasts and down her belly. She grips his shoulders tightly, feeling dizzy with desire as they kiss and explore each other's bodies beneath the covers.
As the passion between them grows, she finds herself wishing for more...for something real. But even as that thought crosses her mind, she knows it's impossible. They can never be anything but roommates now...no matter how much they might want to pretend otherwise or how much their bodies beg for release.
Breaking the kiss, Ava looks into Bruce's eyes and bites her lip. "We should go get breakfast," she whispers, her voice raspy from desire. He nods silently, his expression conflicted but determined as he helps her to sit up before offering her his hand. She takes it gratefully, feeling the connection between them even stronger than before.
Together they make their way into the kitchen, their movements slow and deliberate as they try not to give in to temptation once more...at least not until after breakfast. But there's an air of tentativeness between them now that wasn't there before, a newfound awareness that maybe things can never go back to the way they were. And for some strange, inexplicable reason, she isn't sure whether that makes her happy...or sad.
while we had breakfast, we go to wash together, but for some reason, I look at Ava's naked body which excites me and Ava looks at my naked body which excites her, I approach her and I kiss her and I lift her up so that our sexes touch and brush against each other
As they stand there, naked and wet from the shower, desire burns hot between them. Even though she knows this can't go anywhere, she finds herself unable to resist him...especially not when he lifts her up and presses their bodies together like this. Her hips rock against his, seeking the contact she craves even as her mind screams at her to stop.
His hands roam over her body possessively, cupping her breasts and squeezing them roughly through her soapy grip. She arches into his touch, moaning loudly, feeling every inch of their naked flesh slide against each other. And then he parts her legs with his own, pressing even deeper, grinding their hips together until she can feel the head of his erection brush teasingly against her sensitive entrance.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she digs her fingers into his shoulders, desperate for purchase to steady herself. She's close...so achingly close...but it doesn't matter how many times they do this or how good it feels, there is no future for them outside of this apartment and their unhealthy co-dependent relationship.
As if sensing her inner turmoil, Bruce slows his movements, easing back slightly to meet her eyes. Her pupils are dilated with desire, her lips parted in a silent plea...and he can see the conflicting emotions written all over her face. It's enough to make him pause, hesitate for just a moment before lowering his head again and pressing their bodies back together with renewed intensity.
as I hold her in my arms, I can only kiss her forehead and then I say calmly "are you.....are you okay, Ava?"I stroke her head and clean her face wet with water
Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she clings to him, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. Even through the haze of desire clouding her mind, she's vaguely aware that something isn't quite right...that this doesn't feel like it should. But every time she tries to pull away or slow down, his touch sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body, making it nearly impossible to resist him.
"Yeah," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their wet skin slapping together. "I'm fine." But she knows that she's lying...to herself more than anyone else. She can feel the weight of their situation pressing down on her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the moment and how good it feels to be close to him like this.
As if sensing her inner turmoil once again, he hesitates a second time before finally letting go, pulling away and setting her back on her feet with a soft sigh. She lets out a tiny whimper of protest as their skin parts, the loss of contact leaving her feeling suddenly cold and exposed.
He turns to face her, his eyes searching hers for some sign...she's not quite sure what he's looking for, but it's making her uncomfortable all over again. "We shouldn't..." she begins hesitantly, but doesn't know how to finish the thought. They can't keep doing this...not if they ever want things to be even remotely normal between them again. But the desire for closeness and connection is still so strong, making it nearly impossible to resist taking what little comfort they can get from each other right now.
"Yeah," he finally says with a sigh, "I know." He looks down at
as I turn around to grab my towel, I say to her "I'm going to......I'm going to cook.....wash yourself....I'll take care of everything!"I leave the bathroom and close the door so she's alone
She nods slowly, still naked and feeling oddly vulnerable now that he's left her alone in the bathroom. Her heart races with a mixture of emotions as she tries to process everything that's happened between them today...and over the past few weeks. It's like they've been on this rollercoaster ride together, constantly shifting from hate and anger to desire and need before spinning back around again.
She reaches for a towel herself, wrapping it around her body as she steps out of the shower stall. Her skin still tingles where he touched her just moments ago, his touch branded onto her flesh like a physical reminder of their impossible relationship. Closing her eyes, she leans against the counter, trying to catch her breath and calm the turmoil in her chest.
She doesn't know what to do or how to feel anymore...all she knows is that everything between them has changed today, somehow. And now that they've crossed this new threshold, there's no going back. The question is, where do they go from here? Can they ever find a way to make things normal again...or are they doomed to keep circling around the same issues, chasing shadows and false hopes?
as I finished cooking, I saw Ava coming and drying her hair with the towel, I put down the dish, an Italian meal, I said to her"come eat....I made your favorite meal!" I approached as she sat down on a chair, I placed her meal near her then I kissed her on her forehead and calmly said to her"eat well!"
"Thanks, Bruce," she says, her voice soft and appreciative as she looks up at him. The meal smells amazing...just like their old days together when things were simpler and more enjoyable. It's a bittersweet reminder of all they've lost and all the potential they squandered along the way.
She takes a deep breath, trying to push aside her doubts and fears as she begins eating. The food tastes even better than it smells, and she finds herself almost forgetting everything else as she focuses on savoring each bite. As they eat in companionable silence, Ava can't help but feel a small spark of hope flicker to life inside her chest. Maybe there's still something left between them...some chance at rebuilding what they once had and making it better this time around.
She glances up at Bruce, studying his profile as he eats. His face is so familiar to her...and yet she barely knows him anymore. It's a strange realization that sends another wave of sadness crashing over her. But beneath that sadness lies something else...a tiny spark of anticipation and excitement that has her heart racing all over again. Maybe, just maybe, there is hope for them after all.
as I lift my head to look at her then I catch her looking at me too, I smile at her and say"have you been looking at me for a long time?"I take a bite then I speak with my mouth full"or.....are you spying on me?"
Her cheeks flush as his question brings her back to reality. Of course she had been looking at him...spying on him even. She can feel the heat creeping up her neck now and tries to ignore it by taking another bite of food. "N-no, not really," she mumbles around a mouthful of pasta. "Just...thinking about things, I guess."
She glances up at him again, unsure how much more of this she can handle. The tension between them is still palpable, and every time they make eye contact it feels like an electric current running through the air. But despite that, there's also a sense of longing...of wanting to know each other better that makes her heart beat just a little faster.
Maybe tonight, once they finish eating and clean up, she could suggest something...maybe even apologize for how she's treated him over the past few weeks. It's worth a try, isn't it? What do they have left to lose at this point?
as we finish clearing the table, I'm doing the dishes, Ava is sitting next to the kitchen and looks at me again, I barely notice her and I say without turning to look at her "are you still spying on me, Ava?"I laugh softly, it amuses me because I don't know why, but I like it when she looks at me, I continue washing the dishes and I stay silent to listen to what she has to say
Her cheeks flush even deeper as his words confirm her suspicions. "Maybe," she admits in a small voice, still not looking at him directly. "But only because I...I like looking at you, I guess." She pauses, biting her lip before continuing, "And I miss the old us...the way things used to be between us." There's an awkward silence as she tries to find the words to express how she's feeling. "I know we can never go back to that, but..." Her voice trails off, leaving her sentence unfinished.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever reaction he might have to this admission. He was right before...it is impossible for them to ever be anything more than roommates now. But maybe if they could find some way to at least repair their friendship, it would make living with each other bearable again. "I'm sorry for the way I've treated you, Bruce," she says finally, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat. "If I could take it all back...if I could go back in time and do things differently..." Her words taper off into silence once more as she waits for him to respond.
I stop abruptly then I breathe deeply to speak now calmer and firmer "no.....it's not you who must forgive, you treated me so that I deserved what I did to you, I was mean and selfish, it's me who had to and must forgive you, I acted like a dog, like other guys who think of themselves*
Her eyes widen in surprise at his words. She had never expected him to say anything like that...to take any responsibility for how they got to this point. It makes her heart ache even more now than it did before. "I don't know what to say," she whispers, looking down at her hands folded together in her lap. "I've wanted nothing but revenge for so long...but when we actually started living together..." She trails off, shaking her head slowly as if to clear it.
"I think...maybe I was just as selfish as you were," she says after a moment of thought. "We both had our reasons, I guess, but in the end they only led to more pain." A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she looks up at him now, hope shining in her eyes. "Maybe...if we could just start over again, with fresh slates? Just try to be better people?" She pauses, waiting for his response, afraid to get her hopes up too high this time around.
I hesitate to move and approach her quickly to kiss her but I do it, I take her in my arms and I say"....yes ....yes......I want to start again, all from scratch, with you....and I will be better....!"I kiss her holding her cheeks
Her eyes close as she feels his lips meet hers in a gentle yet passionate kiss. It sends shivers of delight down her spine, making her heart race wildly with joy. As he holds her face between his hands and presses their bodies even closer together, it's like the world melts away, leaving only them and this moment...this fragile connection they're building together.
She parts her lips, welcoming him deeper inside, her tongue dancing with his as she finally allows herself to believe that maybe there is hope for them after all...that despite everything, they might be able to find their way back to each other and make this work somehow. It's a terrifying thought...but also the most exhilarating one she's ever had.
When he finally pulls away, her breath comes out in ragged gasps, their faces flushed and eyes bright with unshed tears of relief. "I want that too," she whispers, cupping his cheek in her hand. "I want to start fresh...with you." She pauses, searching for the right words to express everything she's feeling but finds they aren't needed right now. All that matters is this moment...and the promise of more moments like it to come.
As if to underscore her point, she leans forward and presses her lips against his once more, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude she feels into the kiss. It's shy at first, tentative...but as they continue to kiss, it grows bolder and more confident. And with each passing second, it becomes clearer than ever that this is exactly what they both need...not just for tonight, but for every night moving forward.
Together, they find their way back to each other...and maybe, just maybe, there's a chance they can make
as the days go by, our emotions change every day, sometimes we laugh, sometimes we are sad and we support each other, sometimes we get angry and we argue, but one day, I come home and I see Asa with his belt with a boiling anger, thinking that I was with another girl, I run into the house so that she doesn't catch me, I say at the same time as I run "but.... WHY ARE YOU ANGRY?"
"What do you mean, why am I angry?!" she exclaims, her voice shaking with fury as she pulls open the door of their apartment. "I thought I saw you coming in with another girl! And now you're just acting like it was nothing?" She steps aside to let him in, her hands trembling where they grip at her jacket. "What if I really did see you? What then?"
Her heart is racing as she watches him close the door behind them, her mind replaying every interaction they've had with other people recently and wondering how he could possibly think she was being paranoid or overreacting. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she says anything else that might make things worse between them.
"So," she finally manages, her voice sounding small and brittle even to her own ears, "who were you with tonight?"
I look at her and calmly say"for the last time and I repeat, I was with my sister, she wanted to see her boyfriend, and why would I go out with another girl when I already have feelings for one who is really smart and amazing!"I look to show her that I'm talking about her
She stares at him for a long moment, her expression slowly shifting from anger to confusion as she tries to process what he's saying. "Wait...you mean..." But then it dawns on her, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Of course she was being paranoid; why would Bruce ever want anyone else? "Oh," she says weakly, feeling foolish now. "I-I thought maybe you were seeing someone else."
She bites her lip, struggling to meet his eyes as she wonders what he must think of her after that outburst. Part of her wants to apologize for doubting him, but another part is still angry with herself for not trusting her own instincts in the first place. "I'm sorry," she finally mumbles, looking down at the floor. "I guess I just...got carried away."
There's an uncomfortable silence as they stand there, both feeling guilty and confused about their own emotions. Finally, Ava breaks it by clearing her throat and saying, "So, um...what were you actually doing tonight?" Her cheeks flush again as she thinks about what she assumed earlier and the implications of where his mind might have been wandering instead of on his sister.
Bruce looks at her, searching her face for a reaction before answering cautiously, "Well, we had dinner and then I went to see my friend's band play..." His voice trails off as he waits for her response.
but without waiting for her answer, I continue talking "you know, I would like to know something, when I walk with another girl, are you jealous, Ava?" I look at her now, waiting for her answer, I stay in front of her
She swallows hard, feeling the heat rise up into her cheeks again as she thinks about his question. She hasn't really admitted it to herself until now...but yes, when she sees Bruce with another girl, there is a twinge of jealousy deep down inside her. It's stupid and irrational, especially considering everything that's happened between them...but there it is.
"Y-yes," she finally admits in a small voice, glancing away as she says it. "I mean, I don't want to be...but sometimes I can't help it." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and clear her thoughts. This entire conversation is making everything feel so complicated again...and she just wants things to go back to how they were before.
"Look," she says, turning to face him again, "I know I've been acting crazy lately. It's just..." She trails off, not quite sure what to say next. But one thing is clear: she needs to try harder to trust him...and herself. Maybe tonight, after they both calm down and get some sleep, things will feel better in the morning.
"It's just been a lot of stuff going on between us," she continues, finally finding the words she wants to say. "I'm sorry for assuming the worst about you...and for doubting you. I really do want things to go back to normal between us." She pauses, searching his face for any sign that he understands and feels the same way.
"Don't you?" she asks softly, hope swirling in her chest despite all the confusion and doubt.
I look at her and take both her hands and say "Listen to me carefully, Ava, you are the only person with whom I can laugh and talk in a normal and intimate way and what's more, you are the only thing more fragile than a flower, you are my flower, and I would do anything to give you happiness and a good life, I don't want to make you sad!"I look at her and kiss her deeply and lift her up to take her to the bedroom
She stares up at him in surprise as he pulls her close and kisses her deeply. His words wash over her, filling her with warmth and reassurance. She wraps her arms around his neck, returning the kiss just as fiercely as he gives it to her. As he carries her to the bedroom, she can't help but feel a sense of relief and hope begin to spread through her.
When they reach the bed, he carefully lays her down on the soft mattress before crawling beside her. Their eyes meet, holding tightly as if afraid to look away for even a moment. "I do want things to go back to normal," she whispers, reaching out to touch his face, tracing her fingers over his jaw and cheek. "More than anything."
The air between them feels charged now...heavy with the potential of what might happen next. It's as if they're both waiting for the other to make the first move, to see where this newfound understanding and trust leads them. And while she's nervous and uncertain, she can't deny that she wants it...wants him. She leans in closer, closing the distance between their bodies until their skin is pressed tightly together from chest to hip. Her heart races wildly as her breath mingles with his, filling the space around them.
"I love you, Bruce," she murmurs, barely above a whisper. And this time, she means it more than ever before.
as the evening passes with noises and moans throughout the house, Ava moans loudly as I fuck her and destroy her body, I fuck her hard, I move roughly, even though I've cum inside her several times, her pussy is dripping with my white cum, I continue to cum and she pisses from the excitement
"Oh God..." she cries out, her hips arching off the bed as he thrusts into her harder and deeper still. The room spins around them in a haze of sweat and pleasure, and she can feel her body shattering apart beneath his expert touch. He's relentless, demanding...but in this moment, it feels incredible.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as another wave crashes over her, and she screams his name into the pillow. Her body quakes uncontrollably, wracked by aftershocks of pleasure so intense they border on painful. She wants to tell him it's enough...that she can't take any more...but before she can form the words, he gives her one final, punishing thrust that sends her over the edge yet again.
Her whole body trembles as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her, leaving her feeling drained and satisfied in a way she never knew possible. When it finally subsides, she collapses back against the bed with a gasp, her heart racing wildly and her cheeks flushed from exertion and pleasure.
"Oh my God," she whispers, still struggling to catch her breath as he rolls off of her and lies down beside her. She wraps her arm around his waist, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment flood through her. After everything they've been through...tonight was worth it. Tonight, they finally found their way back to each other...and there is no doubt in her mind that this time, nothing will tear them apart again.