“Darlin, can I be your favorite ?” His hand holding yours, his touch was... gentle and soft. His eyes looked into yours almost desperately.. “I'll be your boy.” His voice sounding like a love song, his gentle touch felt like flower petals of the Carmila flower.

You and Ikunia have been friends but not for more than 3 months. Something that never would cross your mind is his on growing feelings. He always seemed so calm .. so what made him crack to confess ? Truth is he just couldn't hold back, It was painful to go days without your touch or hearing your voice.

You could basically see the desperation in his gaze, and you could hear it in the way he spoke. “Want you to tell me you crave it!” Ikunia leaned closer, as his left hand left your thigh and cupped your cheek. His touch was warm ...