Love's Redemption



Brandon stopped without asking anything.

I quickly went on to say, "It's nothing. Let's go upstairs."

In the darkness, I looked down and recalled the person from earlier by the car.

I thought he wouldn't know I lived here. After all, this place was about to be demolished. I didn't expect him to know and even come by.

Still, what was the point of him coming now?

Brandon's strides were long. He was taking two steps at a time.

"Open the door," Brandon said. He sounded slightly out of breath.

I took out the key and unlocked the door. As soon as we were inside, he placed me on the shoe rack and looked at me.

His eyes were deep and mysterious in the dark, like an ocean in the night, as if they could swallow me up at any moment.

I swallowed hard, and before I could speak, he was already kissing me.

"Mae, I'm here for you now. Just take what you want," Brandon said as he started to remove his coat and pull at his collar. Earlier, it was me who was wild and urgent by the car. Now, it was him.

However, I seemed to have lost my desire. The feeling was gone, and it couldn't be recreated.

Meanwhile, Brandon was clearly as eager and longing as I was earlier.

Perhaps my lack of response made Brandon realize this, so he stopped and buried his face in my neck while breathing heavily.

We stayed like that in silence while holding the same position.

After a while, his breathing gradually calmed, and he moved away from my neck.

I reached out and grabbed him. "Brandon."

He looked at me with eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

Did he see the person I saw downstairs too?

If so, he might think my lack of response had something to do with that guy.

"I'm still on my period," I whispered.

"Hmm." He responded with just that word.

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"Brandon, don't misunderstand," I tried to explain.

"No." He lifted my hand and held it. "You're the one who shouldn't be overthinking things."

"Let's shower and then go to sleep," Brandon said before picking me up and heading toward the bathroom.

He was always like this. No matter how much I acted out or how difficult I was, he never got angry.

This made me feel guilty. I stood on my tiptoes and reached up to kiss him.

Brandon grabbed my waist and pushed me back down. "Mae, do you think I'm easy to push around?"

I froze. I never expected him to say something like that.

Brandon looked at me. "You're taking

5 be harsh with you,

pushing me around."

Despite his imposing height of nearly six and a half feet, Brandon looked vulnerable, like a child who had been mistreated for a long time and was finally showing his pain.

I didn't know what to say or do. I opened my mouth but couldn't find the words.

He then released my hand gently and walked out of the bathroom.

Meanwhile, I stood there, motionless, feeling like a child who had made a mistake and didn't know how to fix it.

I didn't manage to rinse off and just stood there. After a moment, I opened the bathroom door and rushed out. "Brandon..."

He happened to be at the door and turned to look at me.

I moved my lips. "I'm..."

But he interrupted me before I could

apologize. "I'm not leaving. I'm going to get something from.

just

and will be right back"

As soon as I heard this, tears began to stream down my face.

Soon, they flowed continuously.

I didn't even know why I was crying. It was my fault for stirring him up and then not letting him settle down.