WARNING: A SECTION IN THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR YOUNG READERS. IT IS VERY MATURE AND I ADVICE YOU SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH SEXUAL PREFRENCES. NOTHING MAJOR HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU WON'T REALLY MISS ANYTHING IF YOU SKIP IT. WITH THAT BEING SAID, ENJOY.

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The following Monday was filled with Khai telling an overly excited Violet how her weekend was. Sparing her the intimate details, Khai described the date as "majestic" as "Harry really out did himself" which really was an understatement.

As for Harry, he was bombarded with pairs of hand patting his back and ruffling his rather long hair. That's the thing with Harry, his friends were never to one to call him whipped for treating Khai right. Maybe that was because they too, had girlfriend who they adored immensely. That was probably one of the many reason Harry and his friends, that is: Chad, Zayn, Andre and Rico- got along.

Khai was currently in journalism laughing quietly to herself knowing that Harry had physics now. And God, did he hate physics. She could practically hear the curse words he's muttering his usual profanities pertaining to the horrid subject. Her laugh soon turned into a worried grimace once she realized she had in fact, left her journal in her locker. Khai was never one to go anywhere without it. Whether it was clutched in her hand or sitting in her handbag, Khai felt lost without it. It was private, very private. Not even Harry had the go to sneak a peak in it.

Khai had been planning this for a year. She would write poetry in the book, hoping to give Harry one day in hopes of him being knowing about how Khai truly felt about him. Harry always had a strong passion for Khai's writing. Though she dreamt of becoming a veterinarian, she was skillful with words. But little did she know he had a free period. His teacher called in sick, so he and Rico were on their way to Khai's locker to grab a few snacks. She always kept a stash in case she or Harry felt picky.

Once Harry opened the locker and caught a glimpse of the familiar leather, he picked it up observing it. He had enough respect for Khai not to read it, he knew it was private. So he put it back.

"Hey Harry," Rico bent down to pick up a piece of paper. "This fell out of the locker."
Harry took it up to see if it was of any importance or trash that just needed to be thrown away. His eyes widened as they scanned over each and ever perfectly hand written word scattered on the paper.

Harry,

Everything you do makes me tremble. The way you breathe, talk and laugh. The way you think, feel and love. I hear every sigh, every word, every silence and pause. I absorb it all, inhale it all, until it becomes part of the air inside my lungs. I love you so much, sometimes I wonder how my heart can love you more, yet everyday it does. I crave your body, your lips in mine, your tongue inside my mouth. I want to taste your words, your sighs and your silences. I want to be immersed in them until they become an integral part of my being. I want your cum inside of me. I want to taste and swallow it. I want to run it all over my naked frame. I want to kiss you until we both can't breathe, and I want you to fuck me until we both can't walk. I want to make sweet love all night long. Your body close to mine, your moans, your breathe dancing on my skin. Hold me close, don't let to bill give you every part of me. Ill be your cock sucking whore and your sweet innocent girl, who you lay down and take in the dark at 3am. The warmth, the wetness is yours to have whenever you want and need. You own me, everything I have to give, I give willingly to you. I love you, and I've no idea how not to. I want you, an I've no idea how to calm my cravings. I need you, and I never want to know how it feels to not have you in my life. And baby, I know you say it's not possible for me to love you more than you do me. But believe you me, it is more than possible, and I will prove it in any and every way possible.

All my love,
Khai.


"What does it say?"

Harry quickly stuffed the paper in the pocket of his jeans, shielding it from Rico's eyes. He could feel his jeans tightening with each word being replayed in his mind. Harry was touched and turned on. God, did he want to snatch Khai out of her class and kiss her senseless. He loved her so fucking much.

Grabbing what he actually came for, Harry left with Rico with a buzzing mind, a throbbing sensation in his pants and his heart beating ferociously.

Notes

What did I even write?