SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID by KIARI HORSFALL

Forgiveness And Open Confessions

Bryce was in the shower when he heard soft whispering voices. He paused to listen. At first he had thought that it was only a figment of his imagination but when it came again for the second time, he was convinced had to agree to the fact that someone was in his

bedroom. Was it Nella?

It can't be Nella. She always called and asked for permission whenever she wanted to see him or come over and they haven't really spoken to each other for days now. He would've said that maybe his house was being robbed but the girly giggle didn't sound like a robber. Whatever it was, it still didn't change the fact that there was someone in his bedroom.

He quickly finished with his bath and tied a towel around his waist then he reached for the other one that was meant to dry up his hair before stepping out of the bathroom.

There, he came face to face with the woman whom he had been avoiding all evening. Her back faced him so she didn't know that he was standing behind her. Was this supposed to be another temptation? All he ever wanted to do was sleep through today and pretend as if it never happened but how was he supposed to do that when the universe kept on throwing her towards his direction.

He could do this all day but it won't do him any good because she had always managed to give him a boner without trying too hard.

But when she said that she had come to apologize, it had him intrigued. If he could remember correctly then he was the one who acted like a total dickhead so why would she apologize?

He had been upset and just when he thought he'd heard it all, she went further to ask if she did something wrong.

"And what makes you think that you did something wrong?" He had asked, closing the bridge between them. He noticed how nervous and uncomfortable she had become underneath his gaze. Was she scared? Frightened? He didn't have a clue. He's not the one to understand a woman's feelings but this particular woman was slowly breaking the standard that he had held up for himself to this very moment.

"I don't know..." She trailed off and folded her arms across her chest. "You got angry at me after the game. You stopped talking to me. I tried to get you to say something but you kept on ignoring me and so I figured that you were still mad at me." "Hera..." He breathed heavily "I am not mad at you."

She bickered and pukered her lips in an angry pout. It was supposed to

tell me what I did wrong so that we can settle our differences and go back

think he was prepared for. Whoever invented that crazy word needs a mental check because so far, it had done nothing but ruin his life. "It's not very nice to hold a grudge

would be the death of me. He thought

to know what you did?" He asked and

at the game, the one you were talking to. You kept on smiling at him and as if it wasn't enough, you waved him goodbye. Do you know him from somewhere?" He rushed out the words before he could stop them. Hera looked at him confusing. She slowly lets go of his hand "I don't know him. He only helped me out,

why'd you wave at him goodbye? You were with me Hera and

to smile at someone?" She asked innocently "I

getting hurt and that's why you're supposed to stick to me no matter what okay?" She smiled

always stick to you and not smile at anyone else." She

upset." He pulled her in for a

more he found it difficult to let her go. Focus

her. She's your friend,

loud in a bid to calm his raging hormones that

"It's fine. I forgive you." She smiled

reached out to his table, picked up a packaged box and handed it over to

opened it excitedly. He had noticed that she had thing with gifts. She was always happy to tear a package

of glazed donuts." She squealed happily when

and walked back to his closet. He pulled out loose top and shorts. "Would you like us to