November 13th, Freshman Year
Emily's face crumpled as she rushed out of the room, tears streaming down her cheeks like autumn rain.
"I have to see him," she muttered, her voice barely audible.
"Who?" I asked, concern etched on my face.
"Emrys," she replied, her voice laced with desperation.
Her crush was leaving for another town, and Emily's world was crumbling.
I nodded, understanding.
"Be careful," I cautioned.
Emily nodded, her eyes welling up, and rushed out.
The room felt empty without her, like a hollow shell.
Boredom crept in, shrouding me in listlessness.
I decided to take a walk, hoping the crisp air would revitalize me.
As I strolled, the sun's warmth on my skin lifted my spirits.
But then, I heard the catcalls.
"Hey, beautiful."
"Smile for us."
My heart sank.
Memories of Mr. Thompson flooded my mind like a dark tide.
His grasping hands.
His twisted smile.
I shivered, panic setting in.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted, firm and commanding.
"Leave her alone."
Clyde.
He appeared beside me, his eyes blazing with intensity.
His gaze locked onto the guys, daring them to take another step.
"Trouble?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I shook my head, still trembling.
"No."
Clyde's gaze lingered on mine, searching for assurance.
"You okay?" he asked.
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat.
But my hands trembled, betraying my fear.
Clyde's hand wrapped around mine, warm and reassuring.
"Let's walk."
We strolled in silence, the only sound being the rustling leaves.
Clyde's presence calmed me, like a soothing balm.
As we turned a corner, he asked:
"What happened?"
I hesitated, unsure how to articulate my emotions.
"Those guys... reminded me of..."
Clyde's grip tightened.
"I'm here," he said.
His words soothed my soul, calming the storm.
We walked further, the sun dipping below the horizon.
Clyde's arm wrapped around me, pulling me close.
"Feel better?" he asked.
I nodded.
Safe.
That's how Clyde made me feel.
Protected.
Cherished.
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As we strolled hand in hand, the warmth of Clyde's palm brushing against mine ignited a flutter in my chest. The gentle touch sent shivers down my spine, and before I could comprehend my actions, my lips instinctively found their way to his.
The kiss was spontaneous, yet inevitable.
Clyde's response was immediate, his lips eagerly reciprocating the gesture. Our mouths moved in perfect harmony, the tender touch escalating into a passionate embrace.
Time stood still.
The world around us dissolved.
All that remained was the rhythmic beating of our hearts and the soft murmur of our labored breathing.
Clyde's arms enveloped me.
His hands cradled my face.
His thumbs tracing the contours of my cheeks.
"I've yearned to do that for what feels like an eternity," he whispered.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Me too," I replied.
The admission hung in the air.
A promise of something profound.
Something transformative.
Clyde's gaze locked onto mine.
"Let's surrender to this," he whispered.
And with that, our lips met again.
This time, the kiss was languid.
Sensual.
A gentle exploration of each other's souls.
As we savored the moment, the stars above twinkled like diamonds.
The night air vibrated with an otherworldly energy.
We were lost.
Lost in each other.
Lost in the infinity of our emotions.
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As our lips continued to dance, the world outside receded, leaving only the two of us, lost in the depths of our passion. Clyde's hands explored my body, sending shivers down my spine.
"Let's go to my dorm," I whispered.
Clyde nodded.
We gathered our belongings and walked hand-in-hand to my dorm room.
The cool night air couldn't chill the warmth spreading through me.
Inside, we found ourselves alone.
Emily was still gone.
Relief washed over me.
We stood before each other.
Eyes locked.
Hearts pounding.
Clyde's fingers traced my jawline.
"I want you," he whispered.
"I want you too," I replied.
Our lips met.
The room spun.
Clothes scattered.
On the floor.
Our lips never parted.
In a tangle of sheets.
We found ourselves.
In each other's arms.
Clyde's warmth enveloped me.
I felt safe.
Cherished.
His lips traced my neck.
My pulse quickened.
Our bodies entwined.
One.
As the night wore on.
Our love became.
Inescapable.
Inevitable.
Morning light crept.
Through the blinds.
Clyde's eyes locked onto mine.
"Yours," he whispered.
"Yours," I replied.
In that moment.
We knew.
Our love would last.
Forever.
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