I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

“What happened to Zach?”

When he heard Primo ask Jarem, Zachary frowned. They are currently in the FR fraternity room. They go here when their class is finished, or they are waiting for the next subject. Uncle Conrad, Enzo’s father, designed this entire room.

“Why are you asking? Why don’t you ask Zachary? Primo.”

Jarem’s arrogance had shaken him. He knew Jarem didn’t want to interrupt his reading.

“Maybe they broke up with Claudel.” When he heard Enzo’s conclusion, his eyes narrowed.

“Perhaps Uncle Calvin reprimanded him,” Harken overheard.

Zachary immediately turned to his friends. They could talk as if he wasn’t there. Why does it seem such a big deal to them that he doesn’t keep quiet?

“I’m just thinking,” Zachary irritated explained.

“Wow! What’s new?”

He gave Enzo a cold stare in response to what he said. What was it thinking when it said he wasn’t thinking? He was forced to stand up, and he chose to return home.

“What did you say?” Enzo chuckled and raised both hands. They always behave in this manner.

“Where will you go?” As he slammed the door, Jarem questioned him.

“My class is over, and I’m going home.”

Zachary had just closed the door. He could not resist sighing. He did not believe that Samarra could not look at him or talk with him. Samarra is superior in terms of toughness. How many times has he attempted to communicate with Samarra, but he appears to be talking to himself?

Samarra behaves as if she can see him even when they meet. Grrr! He looked up at the sky and was blown away by the wind as he walked to his car in the parking lot before continuing to walk. When he boarded the vehicle, he immediately returned it to their residence.

His daily routine consists of waking up, going home, and then to school. No matter how hard his friends try, he refuses to go because Samarra’s thoughts bother him too much. He couldn’t comprehend himself, especially when they had a problem with their new classmate and his blood was boiling. Then Samarra is constantly in pursuit. Zachary wore his displeasure on his face.

Zachary was about to walk in. He was trapped in his position, unable to move his feet inside. He locked his gaze on Samarra as she descended the stairwell. She doesn’t notice him because she’s focused on her cellphone. He sneezed to get Samarra’s attention, and he wasn’t disappointed because she looked at him. Samarra looked at him for a moment; her face blanks as it had been the day before. Damn! He was irritated, but it was his fault Samarra was so cold to him.

He went into the kitchen with Samarra. He noticed her opening the refrigerator as if looking for something. The rising hem of Samarra’s t-shirt swallowed him up because she was slightly bent. Her underwear was visible. Zachary had no idea how often he had asked the god for patience. He could help, but his friend erected.

“I’m sorry, Love,” he apologized as he embraced Samarra from behind. Samarra’s body stiffened. So he pressed her even more tightly against his body. His chin rested on Samarra’s neck. He cursed quietly. He had forgotten how much he missed Samarra.

Samarra remained silent as he buried his face in her neck. He encircled her petite waist with his arms.

“Cadden, I can’t breathe,” Samarra said, attempting to pull his arm away from her waist.

“Stop, Cadden.” He shook his head, burying his face further into her neck.

“Urgh!” he groaned as Samarra punched him in the side. He became trapped there.

“Oh, gosh! I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it.” When Samarra noticed his moaning and placed his hand on his side, her language became confused.

Bingo! He had a brilliant idea.

Zachary’s smile faded for those brief moments, and Samarra’s lovely face revealed her confusion. That is why he is an even better actor.

“Urgh! It hurts like hell.” He sat down and rubbed his thigh.

“Cadden, where is the pain? Wait a minute. I’ll drive you to the hospital.” Samarra stood up, confused, and was about to leave when he took her hand in his.

“Don’t go,” he said, pretending to be unable to speak.

“Okay, what do you want?” Samarra asked as she knelt. Because Samarra’s face was so close, he was closing his eyes.

Damn! He had no choice but to face the pain. If only he had known Samarra would be like that. He wishes he’d been acting in pain from the start.

“Cadden, are you okay?” He lost his eyesight when Samarra tapped him on the cheek. He could see and feel her concern for him. He nodded and moaned.

“I’m sorry. Can you stand? Do you want to take me to the hospital? So what?” Samarra repeatedly asked him.

“I’m okay.” He could help but smile when Samarra helped him stand up. He held her side, and Samarra almost hugged him as they walked towards the living room together.

“Gosh! Cadden. You’re so heavy,” Samarra complained as she helped him sit on the sofa. He smiled because Samarra was sweating and sat on the couch next to him. He watched Samarra close her eyes and shake her head.

“Are you tired?” he inquired politely of Samarra.

“Hmm,” she said, not opening her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Samarra sat down, stunned by what he said.

“I’m-” When Samarra put her index finger to his lips, everything he was about to say was cut short.

“You’re forgiven,” Samarra said, smiling. Damn! Is that so? He was afraid Samarra would torture him.

He quickly encircled Samarra in his arms. He gasped as Samarra hugged him back. His entire body was almost on his knees. They are also listed last in that order.

“Love,” he said as he stroked her hair.

“Hmm,”

“Do you like Jameson?” Samarra looked at him, surprised, with a shocked expression on her face.

“What? Are you nuts? “She sat down and distanced herself from him.

“Calm down; I’m just asking?” He attempted to draw Samarra closer to him.

Samarra swiftly replied, “Of course not!”

When he looked into her eyes, he realized she was telling the truth. He does not know, but the response made him feel better.

“All right, move closer.” Samarra approached him, but he drew her to his lap.

“Cadde-” Samarra could not finish her sentence when he kissed her. He aggressively kissed her. In between their kisses, he smiled. She is capable of responding to his kisses with equal ferocity. They halted once they were able to catch their breath.

“Love?”

“Oh, gosh!” Samarra buried her face in his neck as she grinned. Damn!

He teased, “Love, you know how to kiss me back.”

“Love, urgh! Fuck!” When Samarra bit his shoulder, he grimaced.

Samarra whispered in his ear, “Stop teasing me, Cadden.”

He laughed at Samarra’s remark. He would not believe that he is merely apologizing. Samarra will immediately forgive him.