Amanda's existence for Stan became an agony for her ego, at work she was considered a challenge for many, her composure as a clever and determined woman reflected emotions that stunned Stan, in addition, her innocence and tenderness aroused lust for men. In a way, Amanda is pure and acclaimed.
Stan ran down her waist delicately, while raising her hand she felt small chills because of the fear of her reactions, she was worth much more than just sex. Stan tried to put out the feelings of guilt, he knew she wanted someone else but it would be impossible to get her attention.
Amanda's body temperature rose and the desire to kiss someone caused her not to reconsider, all the time she was correct before her decisions and knowing that her unrequited love could drive her crazy, in a state she swore never to return for her own good, the kisses were no longer tender, now they were hotter and wilder. He never understood why Stan was doing this, but if he understood that she liked what he did... Is this a new beginning?
St .. Stan ... Wa ... Wait! —Amanda stopped, upset at what was happening. Despite the moment, she considered it was wrong, he was drunk and she was sad.
What's going on? I thought we were enjoying it. —Stan questioned, his breathing was slow, his hair was messy and and his eyes were red with alcohol.
Amanda's mind was not in order, she felt passion and despair about how things were going with her friend Stan, she wanted to kiss him, but not as a love but as a lustful desire, the temptation was killing her and if she heeded her wish maybe it wouldn't work out well. She looked down at her bare feet and played with her fingers, nerves played with her thoughts while Stan just wanted to be with her, kissing her, touching her, making her his.
I don't feel good doing it that way. —Her words were knives for Stan, he separated uncomfortably and sighed, he really wanted to do it but not as a lover but as someone who wanted for him alone would he be being selfish again? Did he just want to feed his ego or did he want to convey a bond with her?
It's okay. —She nodded and crossed her arms, now the atmosphere was much heavier, a killing silence rumbled in the place, the drops of the dishwasher became sharper and Amanda just watched Stan, with a look of sadness.
I'm sorry, I'm really so sorry, it's not my intention to make you feel bad just ... I love someone else. —She said with a shy smile, capable if she smiled eased the atmosphere.
Amanda is gay, your love is gay. —Stan replied with justified dignity, causing a moan of frustration from him.
Amanda was surprised that he noticed the harsh reality, she wondered, is she an easy-to-read book for her to know? No one knew or maybe she thought nobody knew. Stan walked to the couch and went to bed, the pain was heaving and the dizziness was coming like a garbage truck, he hated being like a fool in front of a girl and more, if the girl makes him look like a fool himself. Amanda sat down with him, the only thing she thought was that if it was okay to give him a hug or just give him water with a pill, she would get a lump in her throat because he knew her secret.
Do you want water? —The question was silly and absurd to Stan, but for him only to see her dazzled an incomprehensible tenderness, how was he able to love her and she only pretended to love someone who shouldn't? It was unfair, all this was total garbage.
Yes please. —Amanda ran to get a glass and filled with water, she was very nervous, nervous of her secret. She found the pill and walked back to the couch.— Thanks Amanda.
No problem. —The short-haired girl smiled, lighting Stan's eyes.
Amanda, don't you like me? —He said with a dull look.
It's not that, just that someone else has my attention. —Stan heard those words like a bucket of stones set on fire.
It was very painful
But reality is a broken reflection of us, the more cracks you make, the uglier you'll look.
I... sorry for kissing you. —Stan replied, threw his head back, resting his wild mind, his wicked mind.
It's okay. —Amanda approached and looked at him in detail, for her, Stan was very handsome, a tall boy with dark eyes, he felt she was a bad person for not matching his feelings.
Although his obligation was not to correspond, it was to understand.
Amanda. —He said, watching her, with that immeasurable desire.— What does he have that I do not?
The words came into her head to cause uproar, it was hard to believe that the love she had was not sexual but sentimental, Amanda stared at the ceiling for a while and smiled. A smile of sadness and happiness.
He is my greatest inspiration to be someone in life, maybe that's why I like him a lot. —Stan contained phrases, idiocy and even insults so that she stopped feeling like someone who didn't care, everyone expected the best of her and Amanda still didn't understand her value in the world.
It is totally unfair that there are unrequited loves.
Stan, Luken and Amanda entered a package of common disorders but everyone knew what cave they would be in.
Chapter 1. Chapter 2.