“I told you that I was old enough t

“I told you that I was old enough to unravel you. Do you remember that?”
I swallowed and looked away. Yeah, I remembered. I’d played out that conversation so many times in my head.
How his eyes ate me up that night. How he wanted to give me a ride home. How I ignored Liam’s calls and fell asleep thinking of the new kid in town. My body warmed as I thought about it. It was the first time I’d ever slept naked.
He gave a gentle smile and looked down. “Man, I wanted to unravel you, K.C.,” he whispered, and then looked me straight in the eye. “I wanted inside you so badly.”
No.
I reared back, but he caught my hand, holding me.
Please don’t do this.
He caressed my fingers with his thumb, and my eyes fluttered at the tingles spreading up my arm. His soothing voice, his touch, his gentleness …
He barely whispered and my heart hurt, it was pounding so hard. “I wanted to make you come so hard that you’d lose that little sneer on your face forever,” he said softly. “I wanted to taste how wet you were for me. I wanted you underneath me, writhing and sweaty and begging.”
I closed my eyes, my chest tight. Writhing. Sweaty. That wasn’t me. I’d never please him.
He continued, standing up and moving flush with my chest. “I used to fantasize about pinning you against the lockers at school and running my hand up the inside of your thigh, hearing your whimpers.”
My knees shook, about to buckle, and I felt the warmth between my legs. He needed to stop.
“I wanted your mouth on mine,” he whispered, his breath tickling my forehead. “And your legs wrapped around my waist as you rode me.” Oh, my God. “Man, I wanted you, K.C. I wanted to undo you.” His lips were so close to my face I could feel the moistness of his breath as he whispered, “I wanted to dirty you up.”
And then he grabbed my wrist, and I gasped before clamping my mouth shut again. His hand was fire on my body, and my breath shook as he leaned in, almost touching my lips.
“But then I got to know you.” His voice grew hard and clipped and my wrist ached where he squeezed. “You’re gutless and helpless and I’ve never met anyone so desperate to get out of her own skin.”
And then he yanked my wrist in between us, turning up the inside to reveal my two-inch scar. Running his thumb over it, he scowled down at me, looking disgusted.
Tears burned my eyes.
He knew. How did he know?
Pressing my teeth together so hard it hurt, I glared at him, yanking my hand out of his grasp.
Backing away, I pushed away the tears and hardened my jaw, determined never to show him defeat.
And as I walked out, back through Jax’s house, I didn’t even break pace as I grabbed an abandoned drink off the kitchen table and threw it on an amplifier before I left. I vaguely heard it fizzle, white static filling the room, as I walked out.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Saya katakan bahwa aku sudah cukup untuk mengungkap Anda. Apakah Anda ingat itu?"Aku menelan dan memalingkan. Ya, saya ingat. Saya telah bermain keluar percakapan itu berkali-kali di kepalaku.Bagaimana matanya makan saya malam itu. Bagaimana dia ingin memberikan tumpangan rumah. Bagaimana saya diabaikan dariMuhamad panggilan dan jatuh tertidur memikirkan anak baru di kota. Tubuh saya hangat ketika aku berpikir tentang hal itu. Itu adalah pertama kalinya saya pernah tidur telanjang.Dia memberikan senyum yang lembut dan menunduk. "Man, aku ingin mengungkap Anda, K.C.," ia berbisik, dan kemudian menatap langsung di mata. "Saya ingin Anda begitu parah."WakakakAku dibesarkan kembali, tetapi ia tertangkap tanganku, menghambat saya.Tolong jangan melakukan ini.Dia membelai jari saya dengan ibu jari, dan mata saya terbang di tingles menyebar ke lengan saya. Suaranya yang menenangkan, sentuhan-nya, kelemah-lembutan nya...Dia nyaris berbisik dan rasa sakit hati, itu berdebar keras. "Saya ingin membuat Anda datang begitu keras bahwa Anda akan kehilangan mencemooh yang kecil pada wajah Anda selamanya," katanya lembut. "Saya ingin merasakan bagaimana basah yang kau untukku. Saya ingin Anda di bawah saya, writhing dan berkeringat dan memohon."Saya menutup mata saya, dadaku ketat. Geliatan akan pandanggan. Berkeringat. Itu bukan aku. Saya tidak pernah akan menyenangkanNya.Ia melanjutkan, berdiri dan bergerak flush dengan dada saya. "Aku digunakan untuk berfantasi tentang PIN Anda terhadap loker di sekolah dan menjalankan tanganku ke bagian dalam paha Anda, mendengar whimpers Anda."Lutut saya menggelengkan, hendak gesper, dan aku merasakan kehangatan antara kedua kakiku. Dia perlu berhenti.“I wanted your mouth on mine,” he whispered, his breath tickling my forehead. “And your legs wrapped around my waist as you rode me.” Oh, my God. “Man, I wanted you, K.C. I wanted to undo you.” His lips were so close to my face I could feel the moistness of his breath as he whispered, “I wanted to dirty you up.”And then he grabbed my wrist, and I gasped before clamping my mouth shut again. His hand was fire on my body, and my breath shook as he leaned in, almost touching my lips.“But then I got to know you.” His voice grew hard and clipped and my wrist ached where he squeezed. “You’re gutless and helpless and I’ve never met anyone so desperate to get out of her own skin.”And then he yanked my wrist in between us, turning up the inside to reveal my two-inch scar. Running his thumb over it, he scowled down at me, looking disgusted.Tears burned my eyes.He knew. How did he know?Pressing my teeth together so hard it hurt, I glared at him, yanking my hand out of his grasp.Backing away, I pushed away the tears and hardened my jaw, determined never to show him defeat.And as I walked out, back through Jax’s house, I didn’t even break pace as I grabbed an abandoned drink off the kitchen table and threw it on an amplifier before I left. I vaguely heard it fizzle, white static filling the room, as I walked out.