Blooming At It's Time
³⁸ Recognition

During the trip, the two did not talk much, only dissolved in their respective emotions. Alora just stared out the window, her eyes watering so badly. But he was trying to keep Alden from seeing that little stuff. While Alden, with emotions that enveloped made him drive faster. More often cuddle the biker, pressing the horn hard, and clucking a few times. Arriving at the apartment parking lot, Alora immediately scattered out of the car, walking first no matter when Alden tried to shout his name.

"Alora!" Alden held back the door that Alora had successfully opened.

"Delivery." Alora tried to open the door.

"So. I don't want you to go straight into the room. We need to talk."

Alora did not return Alden's gaze in the slightest, she only cleared her throat once, only then Alden removed his hand from the door. Alora precedes Alden to enter the apartment, then immediately take off her bag and thrown onto the sofa, her body spinning staring at Alden who was melting shoes.

"Well, why are you going to Sandra? Want to break everything down to him?" Alora ketus's. His hands ruffled his waist, his forehead frowning furiously, staring intently at Alden.

"I didn't say anything! Al, I don't know what else to do to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about, Al."

"There's."

"What's? About your artist girlfriend? I don't care, Al. You are free to date anyone."

"Oh. Why not your 'old friend?" Alden gave a quote gesture on the word 'old friend'.

"He has a name."

"You're defending him now?"

"You know what, Al? It has nothing to do with you! Don't interfere!"

"Continue what? You're going to date her?"

"Why not? You can, why can't I?"

"Oh. You like her?"

"It's none of your business, but, yes." Alora started to talk, so emotional.

Meanwhile, Alden instantly felt his chest being torn apart, his emotions peaking. His jaw hardened, then pulled Alora's wrist to lean the woman against the wall, until she complained quietly but Alden did not care. Alden held Alora, both his hands were walled, to the right and left of Alora's face, his body slightly bent so that their gazes met. Alden stared at him sharply, mercilessly.

"Oh yeah? You like him?" Alden brought his face closer to Alora.

"What are you doing?" Alora nervous. His heart had almost jumped out, when Alden's breath felt on his skin until his body was bristling.

Alden spoke right in front of Alora's lips, "He can make you this mouthful? Or..." Alden descended to the neck on Alora's left, speaking right at the woman's nape. "Make your heart beating this fast?"

"I guess not." Alden whispered into Alora's left ear. Her lips slightly touched Alora's ears, amused yet intoxicating. Alora distanced her ears, but undeniably, she somewhat wanted more.

Unwilling to stop, Alden turned to Alora's right ear, again whispering, "Did he give you butterflies?" Her lips touched Alora's earlobe, this time for quite a while.

Alden's sigh warmed up in Alora's ear, this time he did not dodge. Not Genta, but Alden who flies butterflies in Alora's stomach, always Alden. Not Genta, but Alden who Alora likes. And now Alora is unable to answer any of Alden's questions, because the answer is very certain.

Still with his position, Alden again whispered, "I guess not."

Alora closed her eyes, inhaled the scent of Alden's parfume deeply, then pushed the man with all her might, until Alden was startled and immediately looked at Alora full of question marks. "Stop, Al's." Alora.

Abstaining from retreating, Alden approached again to hold Alora's hand. His free hand lifted Alora's chin, so that they looked at each other. Alden looked at Alora half-begged and then said, "Please, Al. I have nothing with Shella. I've finished it all."

Alora did not want to make herself more hopeful, so she pushed Alden away again. "You slept with him, Al." Alora's voice shook.

"No, Al! Please beat me. Never have. Nothing happened then, I'm sure." Alden grabbed Alora's two hands, grasping them tightly.

"You're drunk."

"Yes. I fell asleep, that's all. You know I'm drunk as a rock, can't get up!" Alden laughed bitterly, trying to make Alora laugh even though he knew it was a waste. The woman in front of him was now looking at him with watery eyes. Alden rested his forehead on Alora's forehead. Next to her hand gently rubbed Alora's cheeks, just then her tears began to drip soaking Alden's fingers. "Please, believe me."

Alora did not have time to think, to worry, but there was room in her rebellious heart wanting to fuse with Alden. No matter what, or prepared, without thinking about tomorrow, or another year when their contracts expire. There was a space in his heart that repeatedly called out to Alden, until Alden was this close to him. Alora tried to hold back the cry, her hand returning Alden's grasp. His free hand was raised to Alden's shoulder. Alora brought her face closer to Alden, fusing their lips together for a while as tears fell back.

Alden rubbed Alora's wet cheeks, returning Alora's kiss. Slowly but surely, the kiss that was once simple is now getting deeper, without a plan. Their heads moved very naturally as if following the soft strains of the song. No one has ever kissed Alden like this, not even Shella. Feels very... Appropriately. So did Alora, who never knew someone could make him this drunk. Like a wait that finally materialized, Alden and Alora embraced each other, still with a kiss that moved as deep as the longing. Nothing could stop them, except for the depleted oxygen, so Alden and Alora stayed away for a moment to inhale the oxygen greedily.

Their gazes did not move, Alden on Alora's lips, and vice versa, Alora straight on Alden's lips.

"You love me, Al. I know it..." Alden.

"And you?"

"More than you ever think."

This time Alden took the lead, his lips kissing Alora first, deeper and deeper. His desire could not wait any longer, his kiss dropped down Alora's neck, making the woman lean back against the wall. All Alden's touches felt so precise, wherever they were, that Alora's body was bristling. The touch still felt real even though Alden's hands began to move, Alora was sure she was very drunk by the man. Alora did not care, the feeling was like opium, the more she wanted more, more and more, making her not want to stop. Alden's kiss exploring Alora's neck was laughable, but it was able to force the woman to moan gently.

As Alora was enjoying it, Alden suddenly stopped, then looked at the woman before him, half gasping. His eyes looked at Alora expectantly, Alden asked, "Can i?"

Alora was surprised, but immediately nodded in shame, obeying her heart. So Alden kissed Alora again. Her hands touched every inch of Alora's body, into the clothes she was wearing, touching her stomach, back, chest, and everything. Still with his activity, Alden opened the door closest to them, which was Alora's room. Alden led the tiny body of Alora into the room, their steps slow but sure. Alden turned Alora's body, pushed her slowly towards the door until the sound of the door closing, kissing the woman's neck. Alora combed Alden's hair back, and slightly pulled the edges slightly, while moaning softly. Sounds very seductive in Alden's ear.

Alden took off his kiss, leaving some reddish marks on Alora's beautiful neck. His eyes looked straight at Alora, then peeked at her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally, Alora's lips, while taking off one by one the buttons of her shirt, dropping them on the floor. Alora was fully aware of what she had to do, so Alora did the same, dropping her jacket onto the floor just like that. Naturally, with the help of an increasingly passionate desire, the two go through a night they will never forget.

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