CHAPTER 39&40
As our lips met, time seemed to stand still. The world faded away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips against mine. It was a moment filled with a whirlwind of emotions—desire, uncertainty, and a hint of longing.
As the kiss deepened, I found myself losing track of everything else. All the doubts and hesitations melted away, replaced by a surge of undeniable attraction and a sense of longing that I couldn’t ignore. Despite my attempts to resist, I couldn’t deny the magnetic pull between us.
But just as quickly as it had begun, Atlas pulled away, his eyes searching mine for a response. My heart raced as I tried to process what had just happened. Was this real? Or was it just a fleeting moment of passion?
“Timi, I…” Atlas began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.
Before he could say anything else, the sound of my phone ringing interrupted us. I hesitated for a moment before reaching for it, grateful for the distraction.
“Sorry, I need to take this,” I said, my voice trembling slightly as I answered the call.
As I stepped away to take the call, my mind raced with a million thoughts and emotions. What did this kiss mean? Did it signify something more than just a moment of spontaneity? And what about Kelvin?
After a few minutes, I returned to find Atlas still seated, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere between us had shifted, charged with a newfound tension and uncertainty.
“I should probably go,” Atlas said, breaking the silence between us. “I’ll see you later.”
With that, he stood up and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a myriad of conflicting emotions swirling inside me.
As I sat there, I couldn’t help but replay the moment over and over again in my mind. Despite my attempts to rationalize it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between us—that this kiss had changed everything.
But as the reality of the situation sank in, so did a sense of apprehension and unease. I knew that wh@tëver had just happened between us would have far-reaching consequences, ones that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
With a heavy heart, I realized that things would never be the same again. And as I sat there, lost in thought.
I knew I was betraying Kelvin, and the guilt weighed heavily on me. I was the one at fault in our relationship.
I needed to confront Atlas, to understand why he kissed me, to decipher if there was any genuine emotion behind his actions. My heart was in turmoil, lost amidst conflicting feelings.
Summoning every ounce of courage, I made my way to Atlas’s house.
“How are you?” Mrs. Austin greeted me with a warm smile.
“I’m good, and you?” I returned the smile, trying to mask the turmoil within.
“I’m great. How are your exams going?” she inquired.
“Smooth sailing, as always,” I replied, sharing a light moment of laughter with her.
“Thank goodness,” she exclaimed, her smile infectious.
“Allow me to leave you to chat with Atlas before he comes down and devours me,” she joked, and we shared a chuckle.
With Mrs. Austin’s words echoing in my mind, I proceeded towards Atlas’s room, my heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety.
Approaching Atlas’s room, my heart raced with uncertainty. What if he didn’t reciprocate my feelings? Shouldn’t I be relieved? It would mean an end to the guilt of betraying Kelvin.
As I approached Atlas’s room, I felt my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. I was filled with nervousness and uncertainty.
What if he didn’t feel the same way about me? Shouldn’t I be relieved if that were the case? It would mean I could stop kissing him and end the guilt I felt towards Kelvin.
I hesitated when I reached his door, unsure if I should knock. My mind was conflicted, torn between my rational thoughts and my growing emotions. I considered turning back, but I couldn’t ignore the need to address the situation and untangle my feelings.
Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to knock on the door, though my hand trembled with uncertainty
“Come in,” Atlas’s voice called from the other side, breaking my resolve.
Slowly, I pushed open the door and entered his room.
Atlas was seated on his bed, shirtless and relaxed, creating a contrast with the seriousness of our impending conversation.
“Atlas,” I spoke softly, my voice betraying my nervousness. He turned to face me, his eyes searching for answers as I began to express the need to talk.
“We need to talk,” I said, trying to sound more confident. Atlas stood up, ready to engage in the conversation that lay ahead, his expression unreadable.
“Yh, I know,” Atlas replied, stepping closer until he was standing right in front of me. I could feel my heart racing as his proximity sent a wave of heat through me, almost making me gulp audibly.
“Let’s talk about earlier,” I said, summoning all the courage I could muster.
“About earlier?” he asked, edging even closer, causing me to instinctively retreat backward.
“Yes, earlier,” I affirmed, trying to keep my composure despite his intimidating presence.
“What happened earlier?” he inquired, his expression betraying a hint of confusion. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was feigning ignorance.
Feeling the wall against my back, I realized I had nowhere else to retreat as Atlas continued to advance toward me.
“I have a boyfriend, Atlas. I can’t… we can’t keep on kissing,” I blurted out, my words echoing in the tense silence. But it seemed as though my words fell on deaf ears as Atlas leaned in and planted a kiss on my neck.
“Atlas…” I hesitated, my voice barely a whisper as his hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
“What?” he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he trailed kisses along my neck.
“I have a…” I began, but my words were cut short by his hand firmly gripping my @$$, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
“I’ve always dreamed of touching you like this,” he confessed, his words catching me off guard. It felt like déjà vu, as if he had plucked the very words from my own fantasies. My heart raced with excitement.
“It’s as soft as I thought,” he continued, his touch sending a surge of warmth through me.
“Atlas, please…” I managed to utter, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Why couldn’t I push him away? If I truly didn’t want this, I would have stopped him, but instead, I found myself instinctively gripping his bicep.
“Please what?” he whispered, his hands exploring further, inching higher until they came to rest on my Brë@št.
He met my gaze with a smile, his hand giving my Brë@št a gentle squeeze that sent shivers down my spine.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. My eyes were drawn to his perfect, inviting lips, and I found myself unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him.
As our lips met, it felt as though time stood still. Every sensation was heightened, every touch electrifying. It was as if this was our first kiss, and I savored every moment of it. His lips were soft against mine, and I focused on the exquisite sensation of his gentle caress.
Our kiss deepened as he pressed his lips against mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I parted my lips slightly, granting him access, and our tongues danced in a passionate embrace. His hand gripped my @$$ while the other remained on my Brë@št, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
My hands instinctively roamed, caressing his bicep and abs, as we lost ourselves in the intensity of the moment. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening broke through our reverie, forcing us to reluctantly pull away from each other.
I felt a rush of embarrassment flood over me as I locked eyes with Atlas’s mom, who stood at the entrance holding a laundry basket.
“I’m so sorry, I knocked but heard no response,” she said, breaking the awkward silence with a wink in my direction. Oh, this was beyond awkward.
“Mom,” Atlas groaned, rolling his eyes at her intrusion.
“Your laundry,” she stated matter-of-factly before darting into his bathroom. Moments later, she reappeared and exited the room, leaving us alone with our shared discomfort.
We exchanged a glance, both at a loss for words. I had come here with the intention of asking him some questions, but it seemed we were both too distracted by each other’s presence.
“Timi,” he called, breaking the silence. I turned my attention back to him, waiting for him to speak.
“Do you like me?” I blurted out, unable to hold back the question any longer. He seemed taken aback for a moment before settling onto his bed and meeting my gaze.
“Is that supposed to be a question or what?” he replied, his tone slightly puzzled. I was unsure of what he meant.
“What do you mean?” I asked, seeking clarification.
“I mean, isn’t it obvious? I thought you would have known that I liked you ever since,” he confessed. His words caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the revelation.
“I didn’t know,” I murmured softly, moving to sit beside him.
“Yeah, you’re always caught up with your Kelvin Sh|t,” he remarked, a hint of frustration in his voice.
“Kelvin is my boyfriend,” I reminded him, feeling the need to assert my loyalty.
“Well, he isn’t good for you,” Atlas retorted, his tone firm.
“Then who is?” I challenged, genuinely curious.
“Me. I’m better. I’ll treat you like a queen. I wouldn’t cheat or do any of that Sh|t. Do you really think Kelvin isn’t cheating on you?” he questioned, his words planting seeds of doubt in my mind.
“Kelvin isn’t cheating,” I asserted confidently, though his words lingered in my thoughts.
“Well, I don’t know. The last time I checked, you mentioned something about you both not having sëx before,” he pointed out, his gaze piercing through my defenses.
“Yeah, we haven’t,” I confirmed, feeling a pang of uncertainty.
“And you think Kelvin will keep it in his pants?” he challenged, causing me to falter.
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, sighing heavily.
“Break up with him. He’s not right for you,” Atlas urged, his hand gently cupping my face, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
“But I am,” he declared softly, his words hanging in the air, leaving me torn and uncertain about what to do next.
To be continued…
