Chapter 3
Three days passed, and Noah seemed to have forgotten about that day, returning to his previous self.
But something was different.
He kept touching me, but would stop whenever I trembled with fear.
During these days, I ran into Dylan a few times.
He would immediately lower his head when he saw me and quickly walk past.
I guessed Noah must have warned him to stay away from me.
I held a bottle of water in my hand, opened the cap, and took a sip.
Once before, I had brought two bottles of water.
When Noah came over for a drink during his basketball halftime
break.
When he reached for the bottle I had drunk from, I quietly took it back and handed him an unopened one instead.
He took the unopened bottle with a dark expression, then forced me to take a sip first before he would drink.
After that, he always did the same thing.
From then on, I always had to take a sip first before handing him
water.
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“We’re both guys. Am I not allowed to touch your lower body?”
I shook my head desperately. I was so terrified that cold sweat drenched my body.
He stroked my head, his tone gentle yet with an unmistakable hint of danger: “If you don’t want me to touch you, let me kiss
you once.”
His gaze lingered on my lips. The desire in his eyes was burning, too intense to ignore.
“No, you can’t kiss me. That’s weird.” I turned my face away, trembling.
His hand continued reaching into my pants.
“Then we’ll continue.”
I gripped his hand tightly. Tears welled up in my eyes
uncontrollably. My voice was tinged with a sob: “Don’t do this, Noah. I don’t want this.”
He stopped, looking at me tenderly: “Why are you crying? I’m not bullying you.”
He raised his hand to wipe away my tears, then pressed my head against his chest: “Will you avoid me again in the future?”
I quickly shook my head.
He took my hand and kissed it. Then he began licking my hand, from between my fingers to the fingertips, and then to my palm.
My hand involuntarily curled a little as a strange sensation spread through my body…
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