Hallie's Story: I Don't Know Who To Love

gering final exam from the previous semester to tackle. It was a general exam, one that students from various majors were also required to complete. As I made my way to the exam venue, I spo

pended in time, a teasing acknowledgement that made my cheeks flush. Trying to play it cool, I turned to catch up with my friends, who were alr

, it was closed. Thinking on my feet, I left my bag and phone with Zara, a friend who was still in class and dashed to the café with only cash in hand. After satisfying my hunger, I began my trek back to class

number if you don't mind." I appreciated his straightforwardness and felt a flutter of excitement as he walked me back to my classroom, engaging me in conversation along the way. He seemed kind-hearted and had a knack for ke

ough the campus, reaching my hostel before settling onto an empty bench beneath a sprawling tree. The evening air was cool, and it felt good to escape the confines of a classroom. Michael began to share stories about his experiences at school. Od

his time. "Do you want to walk around? You seem tired," he ventured, breaking through my thoughts. His concern was sweet, so I replied, "Sure." As we got up, he m

tanding at the corner of the door. Michael accepted my choice without protest. After he finished whatever he needed to do, we opted to sit on the stairs, with him inviting me to sit beside him. However, I felt more at ease sta

overwhelming, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within me. I had never been this close to a guy before, and I felt an uncomfortable k

is eyes sparkling with a hopeful fervour. I couldn't help but laugh, because I knew his true intentions. Trying to push him away gently, fearing that

s other hand returned to my waist, pulling me closer until our faces were almost touching. I could feel his warm breath as he leaned in, reaching for my lips. The instinct to turn my face away kicked in jus

longer, a teasing tension hanging in the air. I attempted to break free, feeling trapped by the way he used his body to close the distance between us, bu

en the sound of the footsteps faded away, he let me go. "I really want to go home," I repeated, m

from his body, his arousal unmistakable as he pressed his hips against me. The sensation made my heart sink and my breat