“Are you alright?”Zane murmured, breathless.I nodded, reluctant to admit the extent of my suffering, while the joy I felt overshadowed everything else.He glanced down, and that's when I felt the heat of embarrassment wash over me; crimson stains smeared his fingers, and he froze, shock evident on his face, his lips slightly parted in a mix of disbelief and irritation.
“I thought… I thought you and Marco…” Zane’s voice trembled.
“We didn't,” I insisted, shaking my head as more tears fell, soaking the sheets beneath us.
“You dummy, why didn't you tell me?I hurt you,” he said, devastation lacing his tone.
“No, you didn't,” I countered immediately.He remained still, burdened by guilt I couldn't quite grasp.
“I could have… I should have been gentler.I'm so sorry,” he said, shaking his head as he leaned against my chest.
“Zane, look at me,” I commanded.He complied.
“I can't fathom how this could be any better than it is.The only reason I'm upset is that you stopped.Please… I beg you, don't hold back.I want you.I want all of you—body and soul, remember?”I pressed my forehead to his, pleading silently.
“I…” he began, but I cut him off.
“Don't give me more pain by holding back what you've already given.Please!I need you more than you know.I care more than you realize.Just grant me this wish—be mine.”I captured his lips in a deep kiss, as if I were trying to take his very last breath.
My wish was fulfilled, and everything intensified—each movement heightening the experience, spiraling upward into something greater.His rhythm was steady, but I craved more, pressing myself against him, matching his every motion.
I couldn't stifle my cries; I moaned again and again.It was like a rocket soaring higher and higher.Our bodies melded together, and I envisioned our souls—two swirling forces of energy above us, round and radiant, intertwining and releasing a dazzling light.Once they collided, they merged into one, spinning faster until they became an even blend, crashing back into us, causing my body to arch and my eyes to shut tightly.
I was breathless, desperate for air, my lips parched.Emotional waves crashed over me relentlessly, offering no reprieve.My muscles twitched, pleading for mercy.I gasped for air, faster and faster, until there was no air left.It felt like we had consumed all the air in the room.My body contracted rhythmically.I was drowning in my own emotions.
Zane’s back arched as he released himself, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his body rigid like marble.Fireworks exploded in my mind as the intensity of those moments left me reeling.Nothing in my youthful, inexperienced mind could even begin to comprehend the depth of what I had just experienced.
Zane lay by my side, both fighting with our defective lungs.A new, unknown feeling was invading my body and mind.I would never have enough of this; I would never, ever have enough of Zane.
Once we had both caught our breath, Zane stood up and slipped into the bathroom.I could hear the shower turning on, and I understood why—there was far too much of me on him, more than I would have liked.He was quick, though, and soon emerged from the bathroom, wrapping a towel around himself.
He sat down on the bed and took my hand.
“How are you feeling?”he asked, his voice laced with concern.
“It feels like I've been transported to another planet, and I'm not sure if I've returned yet,” I joked, though I knew he was asking about something else entirely.
“Do you need any help?”he inquired gently.
“No, I'm fine, thank you!And I'm sorry for the mess,” I said, attempting to stand.His eyes widened, clearly showing that I had no reason to apologize.
I made my way to the bathroom, naked, casting a quick glance back at the red stains on the sheets that reminded me of my embarrassment.Once inside the shower, I struggled to remain still; the pain and cramps were overwhelming—far worse than my usual period.
I wished things could be different, that we could just snuggle in bed for a while before showering.But reality was what it was, and I had to deal with it.My bag, along with my hygiene supplies, was still in the bathroom.I had been prepared for this, knowing it might happen, but I had completely forgotten to pack something to sleep in.
Stepping out wrapped in a towel, I spotted Zane in his underwear, adjusting the bed.
“What did you do?”I asked, bewildered, noticing the fresh sheets.
“I… I took off the soiled sheet.I checked the closet, but there weren't any new sheets—just towels.I put a towel underneath and covered it with the flat sheet.We can just sleep under the bedspread,” Zane explained as if trying to fix a mistake.But this was my fault for not communicating better, and I felt embarrassed once again.
“You didn't have to do that.I could have managed,” I replied, feeling flustered.
“I could have ironed the shirt myself too,” he smiled, easing my tension.“Come lie down,” he encouraged, motioning toward the bed.
“I forgot something—I don't have anything to sleep in,” I confessed.Without a moment's pause, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a t-shirt, handing it to me.
“Here, take this.”I gratefully accepted it.Zane then slipped under the covers and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture for me to join him.The persistent pain in my lower abdomen must have shown on my face because he noticed it immediately.“Lie down on your back,” he instructed.
