Rachel

Jayce

“This is the place where my dad proposed to my mom,” I said, sharing the deepest memories that were even unknown to my sister.

Hearing my words, Rachel gently placed her hand over mine from over the table, giving a smile at me. “Is this why you brought me here?”NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

I nodded at her words without giving them a second thought. “All I wanted was for you to feel your importance in my life.”

“You did, by sharing the memories of your parents with me,” Rachel said.

“I don’t know. Maybe I wanted the love that my parents have, the kind of life they shared which was all blissful and happy,” I said, squeezing Rachel’s hand gently.

“I know how blissful it can be to see your parents loving each other. I haven’t had the same experience as you do.” Rachel replied, looking sad all of a sudden but then hiding her sadness with a smile on her face. “I wish I knew the feeling of seeing one’s parents, both truly devoted to each other.”

“I know everyone has unique experiences, different lives…. I have seen my parents loving each other so much. But then, I have also seen my mom all depressed and alone after dad’s accident. She just became a hollow soul after dad’s accident, and seeing her like that somehow made me scared of falling in love.” I said, but then sighed, remembering the traumatizing memories of the past.

“Jayce, not everyone has the same fate as others, and being scared of not stepping forward in life will only make you lose the pleasure of experiencing the happiness that is waiting for you.”

“I know…, maybe that is why I once tried my best to be in a relationship, to love someone, as my dad did to my mom,” I sighed, as I shared a part of my life that not many know of.

“What happened…, then, what changed?” Asked Rachel, squeezing my hand gently, trying to provide some comfort to me. I smiled, staring at my face. She was not you. I wanted to say the words out loud but I don’t know why, but I couldn’t.

“The relationship turned out to be the worst decision of my life,” I added. “Maybe we are not meant to be together.”

“Are we?” Rachel questioned, staring at me.

“Yes, we are together because that’s what is right,” I said, without even a single doubt in my words, speaking with all honesty. “I don’t know if you know, but your presence in my life makes me what I’m now.”

Rachel didn’t say anything, but just stared at me with all her focus.

“My past made me hate the thought of even trying to fall in love, or else it’s given all the reason that I am someone who doesn’t deserve to be loved by anyone,” I said, shaking the memories of my past, away from me and of my head, and smiling and looking at the future that was sitting right in front of me. “But everything changed when you came into my life, even when our relationship didn’t have the best start of it all, and we had our ups and downs, but you made me want, and cherish you as if I’m someone very important to you.”

“You’re,” Rachel interrupted.

I gave a small smile, kissing her hand. “I know. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t able to leave you, even when you left me alone. I don’t even have words to justify the feelings that I have for you, but Rachel never doubted my love. I can never think of sharing with someone who isn’t you.”

“I don’t think I can also ever dream of sharing my life with anyone but you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said, but our conversation was interrupted by the waiter who brought out meals.

“What timing?” I mumbled, trying too hard not to be angry, interrupting our time, but then I calmed down to see Rachel’s eyes devouring the dishes on the plates.

I guess our conversation is long forgotten by seeing all this food.

“Wait, when have you ordered?” Rachel asked, staring at a plate with her favorite dish on it.

“When I was arranging everything else,” I couldn’t help but smile, staring at Rachel’s face as she digs in without even a second thought and starts devouring her food.

“It’s always a pleasure seeing you devour yours with so much pleasure,” I mumbled, too low for anyone to be heard.

“You said anything?” asked Rachel, looking at me. I shook my head with a smile.

But out of nowhere my attention goes to the drizzle of sauce that is slipping slowly from my lips, but before it can spill down further I move my hand gently, gliding my thumb over my lips, wiping the sauce from her and taking it to my mouth, devouring its flavor. “Delicious,” I hummed.

Rachel looked startled by her actions. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing…. tasting food,” I said, stating the facts.

“You…, don’t mind me if I do the same to you,” Rachel said, giving me a devilish smirk before starting to devour her food, moaning in between bites and trying to tease me.

And I agree that it works, “I won’t, just be ready to pay for teasing me later.”

“How?” Rachel questioned and presented a spoonful of food in front of my lips.

“You’ll get to know, soon,” I replied, devouring the food that was presented to me by Rachel.

“So how is it?” Rachel asked, like she always does after cooking any new creation of hers.

I can’t stop smiling, looking at her face with so much charm.

“It’s delicious, but not as delicious as the food you make for me,” I said, with all honesty.

Rachel smiled at my words, sticking her spoon on the plate and devouring the taste of it with the same pleasure and teasing.

“Delicious,” she groaned, with a devilish smirk on her face.

“I can see that,” I mumbled, trying so hard not to lose control over her moaning and teasing. I can’t lose my mind over Rachel’s food porn, not now, maybe later, for sure.