Words I Was Afraid To Hear 33 Are You Jealous?

Midori harrumphed. "Didn't know you need more time and decided to continue it at you place." she said mockingly.

"Are you jealous?" He looked at her with a provocative smile.

"Go away." She tried to turn her back on him.

To her surprise, he lifted the lid from the pan.

"Woah! You made lasagna! Let's eat!" His bright smile was from ear to ear.

"Didn't you already have dinner with you date?" her annoyance was in her voice.

"Okay then." Dan straightened his back and pretended to walk away.

Midori became fl.u.s.tered. She needed him to open the door. "Uhm...hey!"

"Yes? Do you need something?" his voice and face were teasing her.

"Uhm...can you unlock my door first?"

"Only if you let me have some lasagna." He flashed his pearly whites.

"Fine." She glared at him, but her irritation dissipated a little.

Dan's smile widened as he pressed on the door code.

As they were having dinner. Midori kept silent, no matter how animatedly Dan is appreciating the food.

Dan stopped as his efforts to cheer her up were not working. He made a serious face.

"Hey...are you still upset?" He leaned in to decrease the distance between their faces.

"Why did you bring her to your place?" her voice was cracking. Rus.h.i.+'s statement was resounding in her mind.

Dan took a deep breath. "I happened to run into her as I was walking home. She mentioned not understanding some concepts on our draft so I decided to lend her my book. Since we're close to our building, she went up with me, as it would be rude, and at the same time troublesome, to make her wait downstairs." He looked at her expression. Some of the irritation was melting away. "She didn't stay for long. I didn't even close the door. Anyone can walk in on us and it won't matter."

Midori was convinced, but she was still pouting.

Dan stood up and bent to level with her face. "Dori, look at me..." he cupped her cheeks. "I will not cheat on you. Understand?"

Her face crumpled, tears welled in her eyes.

He pulled her towards his chest and hugged her tightly.

Midori cried, soaking his s.h.i.+rt. She hugged him back.

After she calmed down, he released his embrace, but suddenly wrapped his arms over her thighs, carrying her.

"Dan!" she shouted in shock. "What are you doing?! Put me down!" she ordered, tapping his shoulders.

He just smiled back to her as he continued towards her room. He finally brought her down to her bed, as he positioned himself on top of her.

"Dan...it's...it's Vanessa's wedding tomorrow." Midori was nervous.

"So?" He raised his brows and looked into her eyes.

"Uhm...I think..." Before she even blurt out excuses, her lips met with his.

The pa.s.sion in his kisses expressed his burning desire for her and the anxiety that she was doubting him. In a way, he was glad that she was jealous, but he was also bothered by it. To him, Rus.h.i.+ is just a friendly girl, but his instincts tell him that Midori is not too fond of her for a reason he cannot quite tell.

When he let go of her lips, they both gasped for air. He moved his kisses to her earlobe, down to her neck, shoulders, then to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. One hand cupped a breast, while his tongue played with the other. At the same time, his little buddy had showed its reaction.

His tongue moved down to her abdomen, eliciting shudders and moans. His fingers played with her sensitive spot and teased her entrance. Feeling the warm liquid on his fingers, he thrusts her, as he kissed her lips again.

She kissed back, then bit on his lips, complementing his thrusts. Her hands tried to grip his shoulders, resulting to her nails scratching his skin.

As the intensity of their activity heightened, louder moans and grunting were let out, and would have been audible to the neighbors if it were not for the soundproof feature of the room.

After he reached his climax, he lied on his back while flipping her over to rest on his chest.

He kissed her temple as he whispered, "You will always be mine and I will always be yours."

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The following day, the alarm woke them up just in time for the call from Midori's mom to come through.

Midori squirmed from the embrace that held her through the night as she swiped her phone to answer the call.

"Midori, we're downstairs...at the lobby. Where's your unit?"

Just then, Dan was yawning and stretching next to her, loud enough to be heard through the call.

She felt a cold sweat as she frantically tried to cover his mouth with her hand.

"Midori? Is Dan at your place?" Aoi Xiu sounded skeptical, but she had her mischievous grin.

"What? No! It's me, Mom. I was yawning just now." She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she lied.

"Okay. Tell us your unit so we could come up." Aoi was supressing her laughter. She knew she got Midori fl.u.s.tered and she was totally enjoying it.

"No!" Midori almost shouted. She regained herself immediately though. "I...I'll go and fetch you. You have luggage, right? I'll help...just...uhm, give me a minute to fix my hair and my face. I need to at least look presentable when I go down. Okay, bye!" she finished in one breath then she immediately hung up. She did not let her mom blurt out an objection.

Then, Midori turned to the sleeping flesh next to her. "Dan! Dan, wake up!" She was trying to push him, but he was rolling on the bed.

Dan let out a grunt and hid his face under the sheet.

Midori's face flushed in irritation. "Dan, get up! My parents are here! You can't be here!" Feeling helpless, she took all her stray clothes on the floor, tossing them into the hamper, and wearing a new set of loungewear. She tied her hair in a high, messy bun. She gathered all his clothes and used all her efforts to drag him out of her bed.

She shoved his clothes to him. "Wear something! And go back to your unit! Now!"

The zipper of his pants was yet to accomplish its purpose when he was pushed out of the room, towards his place, with his shoes flying towards him.

He let out a chuckle as he glanced at her red face and walked towards his door.

Seeing that her room looked acceptable, Midori rushed downstairs to meet her parents.