Chapter 5

Ziya

“Uhm yeah, you still had to save me. But I’ll still be as worthy as you because I’ll stand by your side when you become sick with fever a little later.”

“Actually, I think we have already gone through the first half of that yesterday.” He laughed. “And then what? What happens after I recover from my illness?”

“Well, then we’ll face things together again. And we have grown closer. And then, we will... kiss,” I answered while wiggling my eyebrows once. I was obviously joking around but my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

“We... will?” he whispered before I saw him swallow.

“If it was a movie, then, yeah...”

We were quiet for a few seconds, looking into each other’s eyes before Max’s eyes traced lower until he looked at my lips while licking over his bottom lip. Damn, that was sexy. It was a magical moment for real until a loud bang of thunder broke it and I shrieked like a schoolgirl!

“Fuck, that was loud,” I cursed after I was recovered from the shock and we both started laughing.

“It’s raining too,” Max said as he laid on his back.

I just realized that we talked about so many things today, yet, I didn’t really know what he did for work. He told me he was studying to become a vet, which was so cool to me. And I had shared all about my little company. I sold handmade chandeliers. Sounds pretty lame, doesn’t it? Max had said it didn’t sound lame at all, but that it was cool. I didn’t know if he was honest, but I loved my job.

“You haven’t told me what you do for a living.”

“I haven’t?”

“Nope,” I answered as I rolled on my back as well.

“Oh, it’s no secret. It’s only a part-time job of course. I work at a bar.”

“A bartender?” He nodded. “Oh, I bet you’re popular with the ladies then, huh?”

“Haha, I suppose I can’t really complain.”

“Of course, you can’t. You’re a hot guy, Max.”

Obviously, he was a popular guy. Just look at him! He was ripped, tattooed, got a gorgeous face, and a beautiful smile. Even his hair was amazing. I bet he made all the girls slide from their barstools.

I remembered when I was nineteen--I mean, Twenty six isn’t that old, but the first signs of deterioration were already there. But I was semi-hot at nineteen, at least hotter than I was now. I wish he could have met me back then. Now my hair was starting to get flat and dry, I got a few wrinkles here and there and, ugh... just ugh.

“You’re a beautiful woman yourself.”

“Pfff.” I scoffed.

“I mean it… You’re very attractive, Cassie. I bet you have loads of men courting you.”

“Courting?” I laughed. “When were you born? In the Victorian era, or what?”

Max laughed too. “Haha, my mom watches a lot of period dramas. I sometimes happen to see a few scenes of it.”

“Well, I wish they would, but no... And if one does court me, it turns out to be a huge asshole.”

“Oh. Bad ex?” he asked.

“Yeah…” I answered. My ex, Henry, really scarred me for life, the bastard. “Him and I, we were even living together. Then one night I came home early. I was away with a group of friends but I started puking, so I returned home at ten instead of my usual two at night. Found him in bed with our neighbor!”

“Oh my fucking lord! He did not?”

“Oh, they did already, in my bed!”

“Fuck…” he shook his head.

Fuck. Oh, it’s been a while since I fucked someone. And I missed it.

I glanced to my side and salivated at the sight of Max’s bare torso before my eyes trailed lower, zooming in on the bulge that was there. He surely was packed. He had to be with that bump.

If there was one thing my ex liked, though, it was my capability of performing an excellent blowjob. Sadly they didn’t seem to stop him from cheating but I know he really enjoyed them. No shit, he had nothing to complain about. I sucked him off a few times a week, for five years straight. I have done a lot of sucking cock in my life. I bet I would blow Max away with my skills… figuratively, I mean...

I quickly looked at the cave’s ceiling when my belly was starting to feel tingly. And when I said belly, I meant pussy.

“Let’s sleep,” I said, feeling my cheeks getting warmer and warmer. Yeah, I should sleep.

“Ok, if you’re getting cold, just... crawl against me... ok?”

“Hmm-hmm...”

MAX

Ziya was feeling cold as ice again, so there was nothing I could do but lay against her, spooning her from behind and wrapping my arms around her freezing shivering body. Luckily, she warmed up pretty quickly.

A moment later, the even pace of her breaths told me that she was deep asleep and here I was, getting all excited about laying against this beautiful woman. How could she think she wasn’t gorgeous? I bet it was because of that asshole ex of hers. Fuck, I hated guys like that.

And seriously, what kind of a dumbass would cheat on a gem like Ziya? She was the total package. His loss, if you asked me.

She wiggled in my arms, turned around, and laid her face against my chest. Her cheeks felt cold but her breath fanning against my neck felt so hot.

I thought back about what had happened earlier tonight. Was it me, or had we shared a moment? If the thunder wouldn’t have ruined it, I might have kissed her because God knows I wanted to.

It wasn’t a lie when I’d told her that I was quite popular with girls, but the truth also was that I never proceeded to go past second base with any of them. Cause you see, I didn’t always look like this. I’m nineteen now, and quite tall, broad, and muscular, but a few years ago, no girl paid attention to me whatsoever. I was one of those guys that started to mature at a later age. So while some men were quite the hunk at sixteen, I still had a lot of growing to do. I was short and had chicken legs.

I bit my lip when she rubbed her hips against my dick. Fucking hell, how must I fall asleep like this?

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