I woke up at five-thirty, eager to feel the warmth of his embrace again. But fifteen minutes passed and he still hasn’t gone out of bed. The same time passed and I went downstairs, brushed my teeth and washed my face. While doing so, feeling inexplicably irked.
I returned to his room to find him awake and going through his phone. He shot me a glance and I waited by the doorframe. Waited for him to get out of bed and cling to me like he had the first night I slept there and the many nights after that. I made myself available. My body yearned to feel him against me and I was sure he was about to give me what I longed for. But he did not.
Had he suddenly woken up and not like me anymore? No, even hated me? Or perhaps I had woken up as a ghost and he couldn’t see me not even if he wanted to. I stepped inside his room and sat by the foot of his bed, asking him how he felt, if he was still feverish or if he was just okay in general. But he only smiled. Not the answer I was looking for.
I went away again, slipping into the room where I slept and laid there until the sun had risen. Until it was finally time for Anya and I to go jogging.
Anya still had a routine to do before she was ready to go out. She spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom and had me vacate the room for her to change. During then, I was like a lost puppy staring at the wooden door with nowhere else to go.
Ei’s room remained open, exposing me to him. I turned around and we locked eyes. I walked to his door and placed both my hands on the doorframe. Slowly, Ei got up and walked up to me like he had yesterday morning and the morning before that. I knew I was getting what I wanted but why did he have to withhold it from me for so long?
He walked up to me and placed his forehead against my chest. His arms hadn’t even wrapped around my body yet when I kissed him on the head and the door of Anya’s room suddenly opened. Both Ei and I jolted and I was struck with a grazing fear that Anya might have caught us being intimate. But alongside that fear, I cannot deny, I felt strangely excited.
Seeing Ei startled made me think that he wasn’t as innocent as he makes himself out to be. Seeing him feel guilty made me think that he knew what he was doing and that he liked doing it. All of the sudden, everything he ever did to me felt visceral—the hugs, the touches and his covert attempts feeling my groin after he intentionally makes me hard.
I felt thrilled almost getting caught by Anya and I wanted it to happen again. I wanted Anya to catch Ei being coy with me. I wanted Anya to see Ei seducing me, touching me, hugging me, fucking me. Let her see that Ei wasn’t innocent and that he’s been pining on me as much as I was pining on him. But she has to know that it was Ei who started all of this because Ei was not like the person I expected him to be. In a way, he was someone that could be worse than me.
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