The evening sun dipped low, casting a warm glow over the horizon as Aisha stood before the door to our shared apartment. She adjusted the grocery bag in her hand and smiled to herself.
I've missed him so much today. Work was exhausting, but at least I get to see him now. I'll cook his favorite meal, and we'll spend the evening together like always.
The thought alone filled her with warmth. She reached out, ringing the doorbell, her heart fluttering with anticipation.
"Door's open! Come in!" I called from inside.
Aisha blinked, her smile faltering slightly.
That's strange... she thought. He always opens the door for me with that big, goofy grin on his face. What's going on?
Pushing down a twinge of worry, she turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The sight that greeted her made her stop in her tracks.
There I was, prostrated on the ground, my forehead pressed firmly to the floor.
Aisha jumped, startled. "W-what are you doing, dear?" she stammered, her voice tinged with nervous laughter.
"Welcome home, my love," I said solemnly, my voice void of its usual cheer.
She tilted her head, a mix of confusion and concern etched across her face. "You're embarrassing me! Get up already. What's going on?"
I sat up slowly, my face serious, my gaze avoiding hers. "Aisha, sit down with me. There's something I need to tell you."
The nervous energy in the room was palpable. Aisha set down her groceries and settled onto the floor across from me, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
"What happened?" she asked gently, her melodic voice soothing despite the tension in the air.
I looked at her, my eyes brimming with both determination and guilt. "Aisha, I… I have something to confess. I—I think I've fallen in love again."
Her eyes widened, and she froze, caught off guard. "What… what do you mean?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Please don't get me wrong," I said quickly, panic flickering in my eyes. "I love you. I love you more than anything. That will never change."
Her expression softened slightly, though uncertainty lingered in her gaze. "I love you too," she said quietly. "But what exactly are you trying to say?"
I took a deep breath, bracing myself. "There are two girls at my school… twins. Mei and Hana. And… I think I'm in love with them too."
The words hung heavy in the air between us. Aisha's face remained unreadable as she processed what I'd just said.
"Do they feel the same about you?" she finally asked, her voice even, though a hint of nervousness crept into her tone.
"They do," I admitted, my voice steady but tinged with guilt. "They both told me today. I'm planning to confess to them tomorrow."
Aisha's hands trembled slightly as she gripped the hem of her skirt. She lowered her gaze, her lashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks. "And what about me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her question cut through me like a knife. I could feel her pain, her fear, and her vulnerability. Without a second thought, I closed the distance between us, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"You're mine, Aisha," I said firmly, my voice filled with emotion. "You're always going to be mine. Nothing will ever change that."
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she didn't move. Then, slowly, she melted into my arms, her fingers clutching the back of my shirt as if afraid to let go.
"That's all I wanted to hear," she murmured, her voice muffled against my chest. "I told you before, as long as I'm with you, I don't care how many girls come into your life. But…"
She pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at me with teary eyes and a small, bittersweet smile. "But I can't help feeling a little selfish. I wanted to have you all to myself, even if just for a while."
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice thick with guilt.
"You should be," she teased softly, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Now, kiss me, you idiot."
Her bluntness caught me off guard, but it made me laugh—a sound that broke through the tension in the room. "Yes, ma'am," I said with a grin, leaning in.
Our lips met, and the world around us faded away. The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken emotions—love, reassurance, and a promise to face whatever came next together.
When we finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, and she had that mischievous glint in her eyes that I loved so much.
"Ito-kun," she began, her tone suddenly serious but nervous, "if you really want me to forgive you, you'll have to fulfill a request of mine."
"What is it?" I asked, my heart pounding.
She hesitated, her face turning red as she struggled to find the words. "I… I want to be your first. I want you to make love with me."
I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest, before finally nodding. "I-I will," I said softly, my voice trembling but sincere. I met her gaze and added, "Because I love you, Aisha. More than anything."
The weight of my words hung in the air, and Aisha's eyes filled with tears of relief and joy. Before I could say anything else, I leaned in, our lips meeting in a kiss that carried all the emotions we couldn't put into words.
This kiss wasn't gentle—it was fierce, urgent, and filled with raw passion. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as if I were afraid she might slip away. Her hands found their way to my neck, holding me firmly, her fingers tangling in my hair.
Breaking the kiss only long enough to catch my breath, I scooped her into my arms. She gasped softly, her face red but her eyes bright, filled with trust and affection. I carried her toward the bed, laying her down carefully as if she were the most delicate thing in the world.
"Ito-kun…" she whispered, her voice trembling yet filled with longing. "I need you... come closer."
Her outstretched hands reached for me, and I couldn't resist her. I climbed onto the bed, closing the distance between us as she pulled me into another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, our breaths mingling as our emotions poured into each movement.
Her lips parted, inviting me in, and I kissed her more passionately, my hand gently cradling her face. She let out a soft, breathless moan against my lips. "I love you, Ito-kun," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with unwavering devotion.
I pulled back just enough to smirk at her, my voice teasing yet affectionate. "Call me Ito... just Ito."
Her cheeks flushed even deeper, but she nodded. "I-Ito…" she stammered, her voice dripping with both nervousness and desire. "Touch me… more."
I hesitated for the briefest moment, ensuring this was what she truly wanted, before sliding my hands gently down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist beneath my fingers. Her breath hitched, and she let out another soft moan, her hands clutching at me as if she needed me closer.
"Ito…" she whispered again, her voice trembling yet steady with emotion. "I love you."
I leaned in, pressing my forehead to hers, our breaths intertwined as I whispered back, "I love you too, Aisha. More than you'll ever know."
END OF CHAPTER : 12 : I AM SORRY!