I woke up suivant to Asad "Hey, lover." I whispered, gently nibbling on his earlobe "Hi, Nesha. That tickles." He giggled as I stopped as I got up and cooked some breakfast "No work today?" Asad asked as I chuckled "I wish. After work I'm gonna visit a friend of mine." I put his plate on the table, tableau while I did the same. When I was done , I drove to the jail where Michael was and signed a paper to go in and talk to him. I walked in and there were inmates talking to there parents and loved ones. They were crying to them, begging, and pulling their hair out because of the point in there lives now "Hey Nesha." He hugged me as I did the same "Hi Michael. Lovely to see you." I looked into his eyes and the flame in my cœur, coeur started to burst into a full feu "So how are you?" Michael a dit as I smiled "Great now that I got a job as a journalist for New York Times newspaper." "Wow that's nice. I'm sorry about what I a dit on the phone." Michael admitted as I held his hand "That's okay Michael, I moved on." I a dit as he smiled "Who's the lucky fish?" He laughed as I blushed "His name is Asad. A real sweetheart. We had sex." I a dit as he looked at me with the eyes saying:Are toi serious "I just wanted to let toi know so toi won't get any ideas." I a dit "What kind of ideas?" Michael asked in a deep voice, looking at me with nasty thoughts as we laughed "Wow Michael. Still dirty in a funny way." "Yeah I know. But I have to be a good boy for the officers so I can get out of here early." Michael joked as I chuckled "So, when are toi coming back?" "On your birthday. But in 1996." We were having a great conversation with each other and caught up on a lot of things. Even though Michael was in jail , he was the same loving, kind, and open hearted boy I used to know. It was like he never changed and no one could ever change him "I miss toi a lot, Nesha." Michael looked into my eyes and my knees trembled. Oh God , how could he torture me like this? I still had something for him...Those papillons fluttered again! I was open for him. Jésus why? "Oh." That was all I could spit out "Oh?" Michael worried as I quickly apologized "Sorry. I miss toi too hubby-I mean Michael." He started to do that sexy thing with his bottom lip and raised his eyebrow "Hubby? Is there still something in toi with me?" I looked at the floor and shamefully answered yes. Michael got up and left "Don't be ashamed. I jack myself off for you." He whispered as I giggled "Michael why?" I laughed as he laughed with me. He left as I went on my way to work.
Michael still wanted me. I still wanted him. Oh my goodness! I just can't do it but I want to. I realized that I still yearn for his....oooh so sweet affection and the way he was so protective of me. The way he held me, spoke to me, treated me, and l’amour me. Michael was the best thing yet. But Asad is who I want to be with. I l’amour them both, but I just don't know. Asad throws me off. But, Michael seems to do plus than that.
My mind is so bipolar at the moment of choosing the man I want. Bad boy ou boy scout. Lord why? Just why? I can't leave Michael alone in my thoughts. I drove back accueil and called in sick at the job. I laid down feeling so confused "Hey babe. toi called in sick?" Asad walked in as I answered his question. I looked up to see that he was wearing nothing but his boxers. I groaned and fell back into the canapé "Why do toi have to be so sexy?" I asked as Asad laughed "I don't know. Maybe it's because I keep my body in check. Meaning that I can keep a six pack." He took a bite of his pomme as I smiled then took a bite myself "I can keep one too." I joked. I took a nap and dreamt of Michael once again. But this dream was so hot and steamy. Whoa! I was making l’amour to him and his moans filled me up with butterflies. They released into the climax Michael produced inside me. I woke up and sighed "Michael why? Why do toi torture me like this?" I buried my face in my hands. Boy oh boy was I frustrated with my feelings.
My jour was beginning to be the most frustrating days of my life. Asad sat right suivant to me then held me "I l’amour you, Nesha." He whispered, his lips coming closer to mine. We kissed passionately. Now I'm seriously intoxicated par Asad and Michael. I feel like I needed to be gay enable to not feel this way "Asad, I l’amour toi too." This moment wasn't going to be the last. I was s’embrasser him forever but I was still thinking about Michael. I was really trying to get him out of my mind but he crept into my mind everytime.
I don't know who I want.
Michael ou Asad? That was the question that crawled around my brain like a bug.
Asad or Michael?