All I Want. love Murder

Morning had already come. He opened his eyes and sat on the bed, looking to the girl laying beside him and smiled softly. The girl woke up and looked at him. "Oh, it was so good. I loved that so much. You were too good," she said her sentence , punctuated by a tight grip around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him. He leaned towards her and planted wet kisses on her neck, eliciting beautiful feelings from her. She moaned in the midst of his kisses. He was so happy; he enjoyed what had happened very much. He never had feelings for her, but she was the one who always flirtes with him and talked lovingly to him. Yesterday, she came to his place with a bottle of wine . She was going to Paris for a very long time and wanted to spend the night with him and say goodbye in her own way. He didn't mind that at all; he enjoyed everything with pleasure. "James, I had no idea that your lips tasted like cherry. It's the first time I've noticed," she said. She was too shy from what he said, even though she was the one who had asked for it. She felt like a lot of butterflies were flying inside her stomach. She loved his voice, his smell, the way he cared about her, and how he always listened to her. She really wanted to be with him in one way or another. It was different for him ; he always saw her as a good friend who could talk to and spend time with, and nothing more. After that, he hugged her tightly and whispered, "I really love you. You are a good friend, and I'm so glad that I know you." Her face turned red as he continued, "You are such an amazing girl, clever, smart, and sexy, of course. Any man would be lucky to be with you." She didn't like the way he talked. She pulled back and said in a sad voice, "I wish that man were you. You already know that I love you and I want you, but you keep saying that you can't give me your heart. I tried my best to make you fall in love with me, but you only looking at me as your friend while I want something else, James." James felt sad for her, even though he loved her in another way. He didn't want to see her sad. He couldn't be in a serious relationship with her just because she wanted him to be. Maybe it was just a crush, not love. Real love comes after hard times, and they had never been in sad times. He said, "I'm sorry, Rose. I already told you I cannot accept your love. We haven't faced anything together. My point of view about love is very different from yours. Even our characters are not the same. Do you understand what I'm saying right now? Listen to me carefully. I want you to know that I'll always be here for you as your friend, nothing more, Rose." He was clear about his emotions. He couldn't be with her now or in the future. He needed to be firm with her to make her understand. She nodded at him, her eyes teared up. She was so disappointed. She let herself burn inside his big arms for the last time. For the last time, she would hear the beats of his heart, smell his comforting scent, and be so close to him like that. On the other side , he didn't mind. He didn't mind if she drowned herself in his chest. He knew that she was in pain, but he could not be in a relationship with her, no matter what. So, it was okay if he calmed her down this time. He grabbed her and hugged her even more, letting her relieve herself from that pain. That was the only way to help her get over him. While the two of them were hugging each other, James's phone rang. It was his mother; she called him to check on him. She calle him monthly, and even though he was a grown man now, he would always be her little baby. James was a mix; his mother was Korean from South Korea, and his father was Canadian. He was so handsome, taking his beauty from his father, and his healthy, shiny hair from his mother. His skin was even better; no wonder why Rose fell for him. However, after the call ended, he went to the bathroom, washed up, and went down to the kitchen to make the last unforgettable breakfast for his lovely friend. First, he made a cup of coffee for himself; he couldn't start his day without a hot cup of black coffee with ginger. This was how he liked it. After that, he began making the food. He was a good cooker Actually, he was good at everything: cooking, boxing, painting, and he had a beautiful voice. His friends always asked him to sing for them, especially Rose; she was in love with the tone of his voice. While James was in the kitchen making food, Rose was in the room dressing up. She went downstairs to him; the smell was so good, and his long hair was tied up. She sat beside him, waiting for her dish. He made an omelet salad and peanut butter with some cheese. They had their meal and talked a lot. After that, they watched TV for a long time. At 5 pm, Rose picked up her stuff to leave; her plane would take off at 7:30, so she needed to go home and pack her bags. James offered to drop her off at her house, and then he would take her to the airport. That's what happened; they first went to Rose's house, where her bags were packed, and the house was clean. She was going to sell her house and stay in Paris for a very long time. When they were about to leave, she looked at James for a long time. She took a deep breath and said, "I really hate you."