My Sister's Boyfriend
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"I didn't give up. Alone... I need my own space.

"Please, please... Don't walk away. He grabbed the hair on the back of my neck, making me look him in the eye. "I won't let you go." Not this time.

He kissed me gently. And it was so... Perfect. Kissing knowing that he remembered that he loved me. It was ecstasy. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the kitchen counter. With Igor kissing me. My hands wandering over his shoulders. -I missed you. He whispered in my ear. Biting my earlobe, making it even harder for me to breathe. -Very much. Very much.

-Me too.

"Do you promise you'll stay?"

"I love you. I murmur weakly, not finding my voice properly, and not wanting to answer your question. And before he can answer, I shut his mouth with mine. I don't want him to say anything. It's confusing. But it's still good. Before I lose control, I push Igor away with trembling hands and jump off the countertop. Going to the living room.

"What's wrong?"

-Nothing. Alone... You're going to get the flu.

"Do you think I care about this drug now?" He says angrily, approaching and pulling me by the waist. "I didn't kiss you for too long, girl.

"And when you remember everything, you might not want to kiss me."

"I'm sure I'll always want to. It was my fault that I lost you. I have to take advantage of the fact that you still want me. At least a little. And in this weird way, rejecting me with every kiss. He kissed me again, his lips pressing gently against mine. I fought my insanity and tried to speak.

"I'm not rejecting you... Her lips wet my neck in a soft kiss. I sighed, pulling away. Putting your head in place. "I just... I'm scared.

"By what means?"

"Everything. From you, from me, from us. Of being alone in an apartment and... I swallow, thinking about the possibilities. "That you don't remember. And when you remember not to want me anymore.

"Afraid for what?" If I love you and you love me. And when we're alone in the apartment, it's not a thing to fear, you know. He murmurs, kissing my neck.

-Is. Alone and all that. It's just... Is... A lot to take in. I say, nervously, almost stuttering. In the dark, I can't see Igor's face very well, but I can see the smile there.

"Malu... I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do. It's just kisses.

-I know. I just know... I'm cold.

"Do you want me to warm you up?" he said coming closer, making me apprehensive.

-Cute. I'm serious.

-Me too. My brain stopped for a second as he gave me a gentle kiss. When he went deeper into the kiss, I pushed my head away. Running her hands through her hair and walking around the couch.

- You really need to take a hot bath and sleep. And I need to go home.

"In this rain?" Oh I'm going to let you go.

"My mother is going to have a stroke.

"Don't worry about that right now. You're very soaking wet and apparently won't let me get close to you. Take a shower, grab a t-shirt of mine, I don't know. That I'm going to take a shower at Pablo's apartment. Is that good? "Are you going to leave me alone in the apartment?"

"Are you afraid?"

-No. I bit my lip, hesitantly. Not wanting to admit that I was really scared.

"Alright, I'll wait my turn." I smiled sideways and ran to the bathroom. With my heart pounding

I went into the bathroom and remembered that Igor's shower depended on electric light, meaning the water had to be cold. Totally soaked, I plucked up the courage to get in the shower. I sighed deeply, remembering Igor's kiss. It warmed my body, and I felt my face water. Practically burn.

I quickly took off my clothes and got into the icy shower at once. The cold water made me shiver at first, but I had soon gotten used to it. And it was pleasant the water and its smell passing through my body. I spent more time than necessary under the shower, but I allowed myself not to think as I soaped up. Just thinking about how nice it was and relaxing the hot water on my hair and body. I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in Igor's fluffy-and tiny-towel. I dried off, knowing that my hair was dripping. And I opened the bathroom door. I was scared. The house was bright. By candles. There were candles in the corridors, even in the bedroom, even with a towel, I went to the living room. There was no one there, so I figured Igor was going to take a shower at Pablo's house, but first he filled the apartment with candles. Like a good gentleman. I walked back down the hall, into the room. I stood in the doorway, wide-eyed, and held the towel firmly. Igor was just in his underwear in the bedroom, looking for something in the drawer. The room was lit by candles.