I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

As someone squeezed Zachary’s side, he frowned. He raised one eye to meet her gaze.

He could see her bending and squeezing, especially into her body. He grabbed her and pulled the comforter around their bodies, thinking she might be cold because he was cold himself. Zachary looked at Samarra, who was now hugging and squeezing his chest tighter.

“Ara, are you awake?”

Zachary slowly lifted Samarra’s face to kiss her on the forehead, nose, and lips.

“Hmmm…”

Samarra averted her gaze and squeezed Zachary’s chest as his lips continued to kiss her.

“Did I wake you up?” Zachary asked kindly and touched Samarra’s chin again to lift her face.

“Hmm, stop talking; I need to sleep.”

Zachary smiled as he looked at Samarra. He frowned as if disgusted with the awakening he was causing.

“Are you starving?”

When Zachary didn’t hear from Samarra, he sighed and adjusted Samarra’s head to move on the pillow.

Zachary was to leave in his bed. Samarra suddenly looked up and climbed on his body as if it had transformed into a bed.

“Easy,” Zachary said, and Samarra’s waist grabbed him, and one of his hands was held on the side of the bed so that they wouldn’t let him fall because of her sudden ascent on him.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Hmm, what time is it?”

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon.”

When Samarra looked up at Zachary, their lips were almost touching. They stared at each other for a long time before Samarra returned her gaze.

“What do you want to eat, Love?” Zachary inquired as Samarra shook her head and squeezed her neck.

Damn! He cursed as his hand automatically hugged Samarra’s waist.

“Can we stay like this?” Samarra asked softly, not opening her eyes. Zachary didn’t smile on his own and kissed Samarra on the cheek.

“My wife wants to cuddle with me.”

“Hmm, is that what you’re thinking?”

“I guess,” Zachary replied hesitantly; he had always been ashamed of what he had said.

“I suppose you’re right; I’d like to cuddle with you,” Samarra admitted, her face twisted by her confession. His mouth opened, and his prominent ear turned bright red.

“You… what? What do you want, love?”

“I won’t repeat it. You’ve heard it, right?”

Zachary laughed when Samarra bit his neck and buried her face in it.

“Oh, my wife has turned into a vampire.”

“Stop making fun of me.”

Zachary laughed at Samarra’s reprimand, and he could smell her fragrant breath waking up his buddy. He hugged Samarra and let her do her thing. He may not admit it, but he felt differently during those times. Zachary took a deep breath and tightly closed his eyes. He tries to remind himself that Samarra is not her girlfriend and that they cannot go beyond their boundaries.

“Cadden?”

“Hmm,”

“What exactly are you thinking?”

Zachary looked up at Samarra as he swallowed his saliva when she purposefully pressed her lips to his and then closed his eyes again.

Just smack it? But he felt very differently.

“Ara?”

“Hmm.”

“Let’s eat,” Zachary said, unable to be bothered because Samarra had kissed him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.

“Can you tell me the time?”

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“It’s after three o’clock.”

Samarra nodded and pressed her lips against his neck.

“Let’s eat.”

Fuck! He muttered a curse.

“Did you put any perfume on?”

“Did I stink or what?”

As Samarra moved over him and aligned their faces, Zachary exclaimed. As Samarra sniffed his neck, he swallowed.

“Stop, Ara.”

He chastises Samarra for not stopping to smell his neck. Zachary had no idea how frequently he was swallowed and forced to calm himself whenever Samarra moved over him.

“Hmm.”

Samarra closed her eyes and brought her nose close to Zachary’s neck, mirroring the roundness of her eyes. They kissed when Zachary touched her chin go it close to her face. At first, Zachary’s kiss was loving, gentle, and feeling.

Samarra was chasing her breath when her lips met Zachary’s, who was also pursuing his breath. They exchanged another glance and averted their gaze.

Samarra had raised her two hands to create space between herself and Zachary, and she intended to leave on top of him.

“Stay.”

When Zachary squeezed her and lay down on top of him again, Samarra swallowed and closed her eyes. Samarra heard Zachary’s strong heartbeat, which seemed similar to hers.

“Cadden, are you-”

“Shhh,” Zachary reprimanded Samarra as she moved over him. He took a deep breath and tried to relax, not wanting Samarra to mislead him or give him the impression that his friend had awakened.

Fuck!

Zachary didn’t know if Samarra felt his presence because he turned on top of him and moved her thigh diagonally against his bulge.

“Cadden, I-”

“Please stay for at least a minute.”

Samarra closes her eyes and takes a deep breath; she no longer understands but feels detached from their situation. His bulge touched her thigh.

“Cadd-”

Zachary covered Samarra’s lip, widening her eyes. He placed one of his hands on her neck to deepen their kiss. Zachary seemed to be emphasizing his bottom on Samarra.

During those hours, Samarra had no idea how to stop Zachary. When they chased their breathing, Samarra immediately raised her hands on either side of Zachary, creating enough space for her to lift herself. They pursue their breath while keeping their gaze fixed on each other.

“You make my knees weak, but my buddy is still hard on,” Zachary said softly, kissing Samarra. He noticed Samarra swallowing and slowly leaving her surface.

“Stay.” He grabbed Samarra and yanked her back on top of him, and he could feel her shaking. Samarra stopped him when he was about to kiss again.

“Cadden, hold on… First, t-time.”

Zachary is unsure whether he will laugh at their situation or not. When he noticed Samarra’s pale, she blocked both hands on his chest and moved away slightly.

“W-wait a minute… can we do that later? I … mean? I’m starving.”

Zachary’s earlier smile had turned into laughter because of what Samarra said, and he wasn’t sure if Samarra was serious or if she was trying to stop him.

Zachary noticed Samarra’s pale face and was embarrassed to walk away from him when he got out of bed.

“Love, come here.”

Samarra immediately shook her head and was about to get up from the bed when Zachary grabbed her and hugged her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Zachary asked Samarra kindly, patted her thigh, and made her sit before him.

Samarra immediately buried her face in Zachary’s neck because she knew she was blushing not out of annoyance or embarrassment but because of their position. Their lower bodies were almost touching, she thought.

“Ara.”

Samarra frowned when she noticed Zachary was hoarse and having difficulty breathing.

“Hmm …”

“Let’s go, let’s eat.”

As Zachary closed his eyes, Samarra blushed.

“All right,” she said, about to leave her seat, when Zachary abruptly stood up while she was carrying a load.

Samarra blushed as Zachary closed her eyes.

“All right,” she said, about to get up from her seat when Zachary abruptly stood up while she was carrying a load.

“What are you planning to do, Cadden?”

She resembled a child carrying him in front of him, not knowing what Samarra would say. And regardless of whether she admits it or not. She and Zachary are in a precarious situation.

“Just don’t move, so it doesn’t bother you,” Zachary said as he exited their room.

Samarra could only grip Zachary’s neck tighter and close her eyes, praying they would be able to get down safely while she was being lifted.