The Rules We Break

Chapter 3

While waiting for Yuhan to return, I decided to take my phone out of my pocket. I browsed through my messages until I found his name. I remembered him when Yuhan pinched my cheek. He used to do that to me. I sent him a message even though I knew I wouldn't get a reply. It's been more than a year, and I haven't heard from him since. I'm clueless about what happened. Yuhan said he got a project in Iloilo and was assigned there. But what I don't understand is why he doesn't even chat. I know I'm not his girlfriend, but at least as a former friend or someone he used to know, he could reply to my chats.

I was lying on Kit's bed, eyes closed, having just finished another round of s*x. A deep sense of satisfaction washed over me, a feeling so complete that I thought I might finally be able to surrender to the moment. I could hear his heavy breathing from the other side of the bed. I knew he was just resting, gathering his strength, and that soon he'd be playfully teasing me again. I was planning to resist this time, to put a temporary halt to our physical intimacy. However, he was so incredibly skilled at this, so persuasive in his touch, that I doubted my ability to truly refuse him.

"Why are you so far away from me? Come here," Kit said, his voice soft.

"I'm tired. Can we rest for a little while?" I replied, my voice slightly weary.

He chuckled softly.

"I didn't say we had to do anything else. I just want you to rest here beside me. I know my bed is big, but we don't need to be this far apart," he coaxed, his tone laced with affection.

I moved closer to him, closing the gap between us. He gently placed his arm under my head, cradling me. I leaned in, until I was almost resting on his chest. He held me tightly in his arms, enveloping me in a warm embrace. I could smell his natural scent, a comforting and familiar fragrance. I wrapped my arms around his torso, holding him close.

"And the bed isn't the only big thing here," I whispered playfully, sliding my hand down to his groin.

He chuckled again, a low rumble in his chest.

"You better stop teasing me, or you're going to get yourself into trouble again," he warned, his voice laced with amusement.

I laughed along with him, enjoying the playful banter. I snuggled closer to him, reveling in the feeling of being held after such an intense physical connection. There were many men I had been intimate with, but not all of them offered this kind of tenderness. Some would simply get dressed and leave after s*x, offering a quick goodbye. Sometimes, we'd just fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed, a silent divide between us. And the worst were those who bypassed foreplay altogether, rushing straight to the act, and then practically ushering me out the door.

But it was different with Kit. I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep. I woke up to the feeling of repeated kisses on my forehead. I opened my eyes slightly. It was Kit. He kissed me again, this time on my lips. It was just a quick, tender kiss, and then he smiled at me.

"I've been watching you sleep for a while. You took so long to wake up, so I showered you with kisses. Surely, eight hours of rest is enough for you," he teased, his eyes twinkling.

"You're unbelievable," I replied, laughing.

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding. Come on, let's eat. I cooked us some food. I'll even drive you home to QC," he said sweetly, pinching my cheek and then quickly running out of the room.

At that moment, I couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be to have Kit as a boyfriend.

We ate a leisurely late lunch, savoring the food and each other's company. We took a shower together, enjoying the shared intimacy, and then indulged in one last passionate encounter before he prepared to take me home. He insisted on driving me all the way to QC, but I refused, feeling a sense of shyness and not wanting to impose on him further. He compromised by dropping me off at Trinoma.

That was the last time Kit and I saw each other. After that, we chatted every minute of every day for over a week, a constant stream of messages flowing between us. Then, one day, he simply stopped messaging me. I tried calling him, but he wouldn't answer my calls either, leaving me in a state of bewildered silence.

"Hey! Are you okay? Why are you staring off into space?" Yuhan asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

"Ah, nothing. Let's go, I'm hungry," I replied, trying to sound casual, attempting to conceal the lingering unease within me.

Yuhan simply smiled at me, a gentle, understanding smile that made my heart skip a beat. But I couldn't bear to look at his handsome face for too long, afraid I'd become lost in its captivating charm. It wasn't the first time I'd felt this way, and I didn't want to repeat the experience. It was dangerous, I thought, to let myself be so easily swayed, so easily drawn in. I couldn't risk him noticing the subtle shifts in my demeanor, the way my heart quickened in his presence, the way my eyes lingered a moment too long. If he were to discover the depths of my feelings, the vulnerability I tried so hard to conceal, it would expose a part of myself I wasn't yet ready to share, a part I wasn't even sure I fully understood.

The abrupt cessation of communication from Kit had left me feeling raw and exposed, a stark reminder of the fragile nature of connection. It had stirred up a sense of unease within me, a fear that perhaps I was destined to always be left behind, to always be the one waiting for a call that never came. And now, Yuhan's presence, his warm smile, his gentle concern, threatened to unravel the carefully constructed walls I had built around my heart. I had to maintain my composure, to keep my feelings in check, to prevent them from spilling over and revealing the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface.