{Under the Rhythm of Rain and Confessions}
[This part have mature contact ]for adults !
For long seconds,
neither of them moved, as if time itself had frozen.
The rain was the only sound filling the void around them,
covering the world in a shroud of rhythmic, heavy white noise.
Ian pulled back slowly,
but he didn't go far,
staying within her orbit.
His breath was heavy and erratic, his eyes never leaving her face,
as if he were trying to memorize every single detail.
Tyla didn't speak,
but her heart was screaming silently behind her ribs.
Her hand was still clenched into his shirt,
refusing to let go.
Slowly, Ian raised his hand.
With the tips of his fingers, he
brushed a stray raindrop from her cheek. His touch was softer now, carrying a tenderness she hadn't felt before.
"Don't pull away from me like that again..." he whispered,
his voice low and broken. She looked up at him quickly,
her voice trembling despite her attempt to be firm: "You're the one who confused me first..."
A small, weary, yet soft smile played on his lips.
"I know," he said with piercing honesty. "And I hate myself for doing that."
Silence fell again as the rain intensified.
Ian let out a soft exhale, trying to settle the chaos of his thoughts,
then spoke her name in a completely different tone-deeper, calmer.
"Tyla... I don't want you to be afraid of me."
She watched him in silence as his hand moved to stroke her wet hair gently.
Only then did the tension in her shoulders melt.
She finally whispered, "You are so annoying."
He let out a light laugh, a genuine sound from his heart.
"And you make me act so stupidly."
Suddenly, he took her hand and began to dance under the rain.
Her hands in his, they swayed together; he spun her around without music,
for the rain was the perfect symphony.
They danced until he said with raw sincerity,
"Tyla, I love you so much... I can't live without you for a second."
She replied, her heart overflowing, "And I love you so much.
I could never live without you.
" Their laughter rose above the sound of the thunder as they jumped and danced through the downpour.
"Come..." he said suddenly.
"Where?" she asked cautiously.
He looked at her with calm eyes.
"Somewhere warm... before you get sick from this rain."
She hesitated for a moment, then without resistance,
she let his hand lead her.
They began to run, their laughter filling the air,
until their steps slowed into a steady walk.
Ian looked at her immediately, his voice laced with concern: "Are you still angry?"
She looked up at him.
"I'm not just angry... I just don't understand you sometimes."
He tightened his grip on her hand softly.
"I don't even understand myself when I'm with you."
She shifted her brows sarcastically. "Great... a couple that doesn't understand themselves or each other."
He smiled despite himself.
After a while, they stopped near a quiet street under a small overhang in front of a closed shop.
"Wait here," he said before rushing inside.
He returned minutes later with a light shirt.
"Put this on... your clothes became transparent because of the rain."
Tyla looked down, blushing as she realized he was right.
"Right..." She stared at him for a moment and added,
"You're crazy."
"I know,"
he answered simply.
She took the shirt and slipped it over her wet clothes. It was far too big for her, but it made her feel safe.
"Why are you like this now?" she asked curiously.
"So calm and natural, as if nothing happened?"
He went silent for a moment, then said honestly,
"Because I don't want to lose you because of my stupidity."
The tension in his face softened when she finally said,
"But I'm not going anywhere... I just needed to calm down."
"And I just needed to see you," he replied deeply.
They shared a warm,
quiet moment before he opened the umbrella he had bought.
Their hands intertwined as they walked back.
When they reached the house, he said, "Goodnight,"
but she cut him off.
"Ian, I don't want to go inside yet... I want to spend time with you. I missed you."
He laughed softly, charmed by her request.
"Then come with me. I missed you too."
They entered his house,
both drenched. "I'm soaking wet!" Tyla laughed,
looking at her clothes.
"Let me get you some clothes from your house," he suggested.
She shook her head with a playful, childish pout.
"No, I want to wear your clothes."
He looked at her with pure adoration. "Of course... I am all yours."
She opened his closet and picked out a white button-down shirt.
She went to the bathroom and put it on; it was long and oversized.
She kept on the small black shorts she had under her skirt,
making it look as though she were only wearing the shirt.
Meanwhile, Ian dried his hair and changed into a black t-shirt and shorts.
When Tyla stepped out of the bathroom, he froze.
It was the same shirt she had worn at his house in Singapore. He swallowed hard.
"This is the same shirt from Singapore, remember?"
she said innocently. "What's wrong? Don't you like my choice?"
He shook his head, trying to gather his senses. "No... it's just better than you can imagine."
"What do you mean? It's simple."
He sighed. "Tyla, you're making this very difficult for me."
"I'll cook for you," he said, changing the subject.
"Get ready for Chef kim."
In the kitchen,
she watched him with fascination. "The way your hands move when you chop... it's distracting,
" she teased.
He laughed, "Really?"
They continued joking and taking photos as the pasta sizzled.
They sat on the floor by a small table with some Soju.
"Wow! Your cooking is incredible," she said, impressed.
"Thank you, my princess."
After eating, they moved to the couch. He wrapped his arm around her,
and she rested her head on his shoulder,
playing with his hair.
"Ian,
let's play a game," she said playfully.
"Okay... cards."
"If you lose,
I get to pinch your cheek really hard!" she challenged.
He smirked. "Deal. And if you lose... I get to kiss you."
"Deal!"
They sat on the floor, shouting and laughing.
"You're cheating!
she screamed.
"Just keep playing," he replied mischievously.
Amidst the sound of the rain, she suddenly asked,
"Ian... what did you mean by what you said yesterday?"
Silence fell. He stopped playing.
"Tyla, don't bring that up... I was drunk."
"I know, but a drunk person speaks their true feelings."
Silence returned, until Tyla suddenly threw her cards down and jumped up, screaming in victory,
"I won! I won! You lost!"
Without thinking,
she landed in his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist.
She pinched his cheek hard until he winced.
"I hurt you!"
she laughed loudly.
He looked at her with dark, hooded eyes and said in a low,
husky voice, "Tyla, you're hurting me in a different way...
you're making me think of crazy things."
She went silent for a few seconds, then whispered, "I don't mind crazy thoughts."
He leaned in until their breaths mingled. "And what about bad actions?"
She whispered back,
"It's okay... my actions are always messy anyway."
In that moment, Ian lost all control.
He swept the cards off the floor,
!!!( skip if you want for adults )!!!
his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her into a crashing,
desperate kiss,
fueled by months of suppressed longing.
Tyla was shocked for a split second before she surrendered to the tide of his emotions,
her hands tangling into his hair.
His hand slid behind her back,
feeling the warmth of her skin under the oversized shirt.
He lifted her effortlessly as she clung to him,
carrying her toward the kitchen counter. He sat her down, devouring her with kisses.
He pulled back slightly,
his forehead against hers.
"Is this what you meant?
You're thinking about bad things with me?" she asked, breathless.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
he groaned.
"I really like your honesty..." she whispered.
"I'm not responsible for my weakness for you right now...
you gave me the signal."
He carried her again toward the bedroom.
He laid her down gently and slid beside her,
pinning her with his weight. He broke the kiss to look into her dazed eyes.
"Ian..." she whispered.
"Blame me later,"
he breathed,
sliding the shirt off her shoulder. "But right now, I am only yours."
He continued kissing her,
his touch moving to her neck-warm, deep kisses that left a mark.
He noticed the mark he had left before. "What do you think of this?" he murmured.
She laughed breathlessly, a shiver running through her. "I like it... maybe?"
He began leaving more marks of his ownership.
He slowly undid the buttons of her shirt,
and he discarded his own to be completely close to her.
Her hands traced random lines on his back before she pulled him down to leave a daring kiss on his neck, right next to his mole.
He pulled the shirt away completely, leaving her in just the Lingerie.
breathtaking beauty,
with only thin threads of lace between them.
He pinned her hands above her head gently,
as if taming her rebellion,
and returned to kiss every inch of her face and neck.
Their breaths rose and fell in a single rhythm.
As the moment peaked,
his hand moved toward the edge of what remained of her clothes...
Suddenly, his hand stopped when Tyla said,
her eyes clouded with a mix of daze and sudden hesitation,
her voice trembling:
"Ian... stop."
He looked at her with lost,
clouded eyes full of confusion and desire,
whispering in shock:
"What?... Tyla, what's wrong?"