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[Salinan]Disalin!
Akan?" Saya berbisik. "Aku akan menunggu untuk Anda-sampai aku lulus." Dia mengembuskan napas dan menutup matanya saat ia mengusap ibu jari di punggung tangan saya. "Itu adalah menunggu lama, danau. Banyak dapat terjadi dalam setahun." Pulsa nya meningkat terhadap genggaman saya. Aku tidak tahu apa yang datang padaku, tapi aku bersandar lebih dekat dan mengubah wajah-nya terhadap saya. Aku hanya perlu dia untuk menatapku. Ia tidak memenuhi pandangan. Sebaliknya, matanya fokus pada tangannya seperti ia perlahan-lahan bergerak naik lenganku. Semua sama sensasi yang mengalir melalui saya malam pertama kami mencium datang kembali. Aku telah kehilangan sentuhan-nya begitu banyak. Aku melihatnya sebagai dia menggerakkan tangannya ke bahu saya. Ia slide jarinya di bawah tali kemeja saya seperti yang ia jejak sepanjang tepi. Gerakannya lambat dan metodis ketika ia menarik kakinya dari Meja depannya dan ternyata tubuhnya ke arahku. Ekspresi tampaknya penuh konflik ketika ia perlahan-lahan bersandar di dan menekan bibirnya terhadap bahu saya. Aku membungkus lengan saya di sekelilingnya seperti aku menghirup. Napas menjadi lebih berat saat bibirnya bergerak di bahuku dan ke leher saya. Kamar mulai berputar, jadi saya menutup mata. Bibirnya membuat jalan mereka ke rahang saya dan lebih dekat ke mulut saya. Ketika saya merasa dia menarik diri saya membuka mata saya lagi dan ia adalah menonton saya. Ada saat-saat sedikit ragu-ragu di matanya hanya sebelum menutup bibirnya atas tambang. In the past, his kisses have been very delicate and smooth. There is a different hunger behind him now as he slides his hands under my shirt and grasps at my waist. I return his kisses with the same feverish passion. I run my hands through his hair and pull him to me as I lay back on the couch. As soon as he begins to ease his body on top of mine, his lips break away and he sits back up. "We've got to stop," he says. "We can't do this." He squeezes his eyes shut and rests his head against the couch. I sit back up and ignore his protest as I slide my hands up his neck and through his hair. I press my lips to his and pull myself onto his lap. His hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me into him as he returns my kiss with even more intensity than before. He’s right; they do get better every time. My hands find the bottom edge of his shirt and I slide it up. Our lips separate for a brief moment as his shirt passes between us. I place my hands on his chest and run them over the contours of his muscles as we continue to kiss. His hands grip my arms and he pushes me down onto the couch. I'm waiting for him to find his way back to my mouth, but instead he pushes away from me and stands up. "Layken, get up!" He demands as he grabs my hand and pulls me up from the couch. I stand up, still caught up in the moment and unable to catch my breath. "This—this can't happen!" He’s attempting to catch his breath too. "I'm your teacher now. Everything has changed, we can't do this.” His timing sucks. My knees are weak so I sit back down on the couch for support. "Will, I won’t say anything. I swear." I don't want him to regret what just happened between us. For a moment, it felt like we were back where we belonged. Now, seconds later I'm confused again. "I'm sorry, Layken but it's not right,” he says as he paces the floor. “This isn't good for either of us. This isn't good for you." "You don't know what's good for me," I snap. I'm getting defensive again. He stops pacing and turns toward me. "You won't wait for me. I won't let you give up what should be the best year of your life. I had to grow up way too fast, I'm not taking that away from you, too. It's not fair. I don’t want you to wait for me, Layken." The shift in his demeanor and the way my entire first name is flowing from his mouth is causing the oxygen to deplete from the room. I’m dizzy. "I won't be giving anything up," I reply weakly. I would have screamed it if I could muster enough energy. He grabs his shirt and pulls it on over his head as he moves further away from me. He walks to the opposite side of the living room and grips the back of the couch, his head falling between his shoulders. "My life is nothing but responsibilities. I'm raising a child for Christ’s sake. I wouldn't be able to put your needs first. Hell, I wouldn't even be able to put them second. You deserve better than third." I stand up and walk over to him, kneeling on the couch in front of him. I place my hands on top of his. "Your responsibilities should come before me, which is why I want to wait for you, Will. You're a good person. This thing about you that you think is your flaw-it's the reason I'm falling in love with you." My last few words trickle out as though I've lost what little control over myself I had left. I don't regret saying it, though. He pulls his hands out from under mine and places them firmly on either side of my face. He looks me directly in the eyes. "You are not falling in love with me." He says this as if it's a command. “You cannot fall in love with me.” His face is hard as he clenches his jaw again.
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