CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: ALWAYS YES TO YOU

The room was beautifully decorated with flowers everywhere, on the floor, the walls, and the bed. And there, laid out across the sheets, were the words spelled in petals: Will you be my boyfriend?

My throat narrowed instantly. I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t expected... him.

Before I could say anything, Evric called my name. "Zayn Smith."

I turned, and my eyes stung when I saw him standing there, holding a single flower in one hand, and in the other, a small box.

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, every word heavy with sincerity.

"Ever since the day I met you, you’ve brought light into my world. I’ll always thank that night I gathered the courage to approach you... and thank the moment you walked into that room. Zayn, I love you more than I can ever say. Will you... be my boyfriend?"

The tears I had been holding back spilled, and I quickly wiped them with the back of my hand. My chest was too full, overflowing. I nodded, my voice breaking. "Yes. Yes, I will."

Relief and joy lit up his face. He stepped forward, handing me the flower, then slowly opened the small box to reveal a ring.

"This isn’t a proposal," he explained softly, "but it’s a promise. A promise that no matter what happens. You’re the one I love, the one I choose. Please... accept this ring from me."

My hands trembled as I took it. My lips curved into a shaky smile as I whispered, "Evric..."

He only looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please."

That was all it took for my heart to give in completely. "Yes," I whispered. Then louder, firmer. "Yes. More than yes, always yes to you."

The tears on my face refused to stop. "I love you, Evric. I love you so much."

When the words left my lips... "I love you, Evric. I love you so much" I saw him freeze.

It was as if time itself stopped for him. His eyes widened, trembling with disbelief, like he couldn’t trust what he had just heard.

That was it.

The words he had been waiting for.

The words he thought he might never hear.

Tears spilled from his eyes before he even realized it, and a shaky laugh escaped his chest as though his heart had finally been freed from a weight too heavy to bear. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he was scared I would disappear if he let go.

"Say it again..." he whispered against my lips, his voice breaking. "Please, say it again."

I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing his tears, and I whispered it, softer but truer than anything I had ever said before:

"I love you, Evric."

And that was all it took. The last wall inside him shattered, and with a sob that turned into a desperate, burning kiss, he gave himself completely to me.

We kissed slowly, our lips lingering as if neither of us wanted to let go. Evric walked me back until the back of my legs hit the bed, and I fell gently onto it. He took the flower from my hand and set it aside with care, his gaze never leaving mine.

"I love you, Zayn,"

he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity. "Thank you for choosing me. And... I’m sorry for making you this way, for dragging you into my world, for being gay because of me. But trust me, I will never take the love you’ve given me for granted. I’ll love you every single day..."

I didn’t let him finish. I cut off his words with another kiss, pouring everything I felt into it.

When we pulled apart, breathless, he smirked softly, his eyes dark with desire. "Babe... I’m horny."

I chuckled against his lips, my heart racing. "I’m yours. Babe take me. Claim me. Leave nothing behind, until I become something that belongs only to you."

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"So many nights I’ve stayed awake... just to look at you. So many mornings I’ve opened my eyes only to find myself staring at you again. Zayn... imagine my life without you, it would be nothing but a living ghost.

Nothing has ever scared me as much as this, losing you. And yet, nothing has ever made me so happy as being in love with you.

I’ve waited... counting days, wondering if this moment would ever come. And now that it has, baby, I don’t even know how to express myself. I’m just... so happy. I’ve waited long enough for this."

My chest tightened, his words sinking deep into me. I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me as I whispered back, "From today, you don’t have to wait anymore. I’m here. I’m yours."

That was all it took. He began to undress me slowly, piece by piece, his hands reverent as though each layer he peeled away was a treasure meant only for him. His eyes burned into mine, his voice low and hungry.

"Babe," he whispered, brushing his lips along my jaw, "I want you loud... for me, only me. I want to hear every moan, every sound... don’t hold back." His breath hitched as he kissed my chest. "And tonight, I want to fuck you the way I’ve never fucked you before. I won’t hold back, I’ll thrust into you until your voice can’t take it anymore. Please... let me."

I could only nod, my body already trembling for him.

With that, he stripped himself bare. His cock was already hard, thick, and throbbing, just as I’d always taken him, but tonight it looked even more intense, more demanding.

He put on slow music, the rhythm pulsing softly in the background, and then lowered himself over me. His mouth worshipped me, kissing, sucking, and licking every part of my body, from the tips of my toes up the length of my legs, to the trembling curve of my thighs.

Every kiss set me on fire. Every touch made me arch toward him, desperate. His lips wrapped around me, sucking me into his mouth, working me until I was shaking beneath him, my body begging for release.

His hands, his voice, his cock, everything about him was on me, overwhelming me, consuming me. I was left trembling, pleading silently for him to finally enter me.