Khana is one of the sponsors of the scholarship launched for Senior high school courses at Saint Bemilde. Thus, it is no surprise the lady had been invited to the mass offered for the opening of the school calendar. She wore a dreamy oceanic like dress, paired with a white stiletto.
"It must be fate doing it again. Who would have thought that he'll be there," Khana murmured while looking at the guy ascending the stairs to the mini stage.
Khana can't help falling in love deeply into the beauty at the stage who is currently the center of attention of the masses. On the other hand, she also falls into despair as soon as the feeling of guilt of having romantic feelings for a man who dedicates his life to serve the church had knocked her head.
She knew that Henry would not give in to her, he simply cannot be hers. Khana smiled sweetly at the priest when their eyes locked but they looked away. Seeing how he ignored breaks her heart. The lady asked herself how can he be so merciless?
She recalled how he visited her at the ward when she was admitted due to the accident on her wedding day. Khana thought his actions did not speak what his eyes wanted to express. Every time she stares at those warm honey eyes of Henry, she could tell he still has linger feelings for her. Hence, she swore his eyes wouldn't lie.
As soon as the mass ended, she approached him to befriend him. Khana loathes it when the priest acts as if she does not exist anymore. Even if they can't be lovers again, friendship should still be open.
"Father Henry," says Khana as soon as she stood next to him. However, to her surprise the priest had lost consciousness. Khana immediately called for medical assistance. She can't help but feel nervous while looking at the guy lying on her arms. Khana kept asking herself if the priest would be fine? Does he have an illness... her mind is full of questions.
Shortly after, the stretcher came, then they rushed to the clinic of the university. Khana stayed at the clinic. She was studying the face of the handsome priest. Her heart raced as she sat by Father Henry's bedside in the clinic, watching his peaceful yet unconscious form. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of medical equipment. She couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at her—a deep ache fueled by the realization that she harbored feelings for a man dedicated to his faith.
Father Henry had always been the man of her life. He has been the great love which never dies at the test of time. He was her everything when they were young. Henry was her sweetest dream yet worst nightmare, especially when he did not show up that time. She even dared to run away with him, yet he vanished like thin air and now showed up as someone she can't have.
As she studied his features, her thoughts wandered, imagining what it would be like to bridge the gap between them, even just as friends. She longed for the ease of their past conversations, for his presence in her life once more, even if it meant accepting the boundaries that now defined their relationship.
Minutes stretched into hours, and the clinic remained hushed. Khana's mind danced with memories of their shared history—moments of laughter, of solace, and unspoken affection. Yet, the reality of their current circumstances loomed heavy in her heart. She yearned for connection, for a chance to make amends for her unspoken feelings.
Khana's heart is bursting with nervousness thinking he might have woken up to the sight of her lips touching his lips. What fears her the most is letting anyone witness her shameful act of kissing him. She shook her head to remove such a nasty idea of kissing an unconscious man.
She brushed her fingers gently through his hair, marveling at how his soft medium brown hair contrasted against the sterile white of the clinic. Khana couldn't deny the attraction she felt, a longing that stirred every time she looked into his warm, honey-colored eyes. She was convinced that beneath his stoic demeanor, Henry still held a flame for her, despite his vows and the boundaries they implied.
She ran her fingers into his thin lips. Khana wants to feel those lips again. She missed how it felt to share kisses with Henry.
Her heart skipped a beat when she imagined the possibility of him waking, of their eyes meeting in that intimate moment. Would he see the depth of her emotions, laid bare for him to witness? The thought terrified her, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.
"Henry," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. But there was no response, no acknowledgment of her presence. The priest lay still, lost in unconsciousness. Khana's heart sank; the ache of unreciprocated longing twisted inside her.
She scooted closer and reached to his face. Her soft palm caressed his chiseled chin. A soft knock on the door interrupted her reverie. A school nurse and a woman wearing a nun's veil entered.
"Thank you for taking care of Father Henry. It must have been a waste on your time," says sister Anissa.
Khana smiled and replied, "No worries. It's not a waste of time. We've known each other for a long time. It's only natural for me to look after him."
Sister Anissa smiled and replied, "I'm glad to hear that. If it's not too much to ask, may I know what sort of relationship you have with him?... since you mentioned that you two had known each other for a long time."
Khana was not happy at the sight of another woman taking care of Henry. Even though she is a nun, her brazen heart is dying of jealousy. Khana hid her clenched fist and faked a smile, then responded, "Didn't you know we were—"
Henry opened his eyes before Khana could finish her sentence, and their eyes met. The first thing Henry did was strike a conversation with the nun.
"By the way, have you expressed your gratitude to the lady who watched over you while we're busy sorting things at the church? Good thing, we were able to look for another priest to take over the house blessing you should have attended."
"Thank you," Henry replied, looking directly into Anissa's eyes.
There's a throbbing pain as she watches over them, her heart aching with unvoiced emotions. She cleared her throat and uttered, "I have to leave now. Take care, Father Henry."
Shortly after, Khana walked away. However, little did she know, Henry had never taken his pretty eyes off her back as she left the clinic. She could have seen his longing look if only she had turned back...
Richard's heart raced with anticipation as Khana agreed to go on a date with him. He had invested so much effort into arranging this before his urgent trip to China that he had no choice but to return to his hometown to fix the deficit project their company was facing, and now, finally, they were spending time together. As Richard and Khana sat across from each other at a quaint cafe, the atmosphere was warm, but Khana's mind was far from the pleasant surroundings. He couldn't help but steal glances at Khana, trying to decipher her mood. He kept looking at her, trying to read her mood. Richard hesitated to ask the lady to leave the country and be wherever he was. He's too afraid to trigger her irritation because she might walk away and refuse to open her heart. The gentleman wants to open her heart slowly but surely. He will never give up until she falls for him.Khana, on the other hand, viewed this outing purely as a friendly hangout. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to
Henry sat in the silence that followed the lady's departure, the creak of the door echoing in his mind like a portentous bell tolling. He massaged his temples, feeling the weight of his emotions pressing against his head."What have I gotten myself into?" His voice was a mere murmur, barely audible in the heavy stillness of the room.A knock startled him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Sister Anissa entering, her face etched with concern."Father, the lady has left," she said softly.Henry straightened, attempting to regain his composure. "Ah, yes. I was... in prayer," he replied, his words stumbling slightly."I apologize for interrupting, Father," Anissa said, bowing her head."No trouble at all, Sister. Please, attend the church while I'm away," Henry instructed, gesturing towards her duties."Where are you headed, Father?" Anissa asked, curiosity coloring her voice."Just for a brief stroll," Henry answered vaguely, offering no further explanation."Very well. Take care
"I even packed my things that day to run away with you! But you ghosted me. I should not have this lingering feeling for you because you vanish and show up as someone far from my league," Khana cried in frustration."It was you who did not show up that time. I was there the whole day, but you never came," Henry responded with a calm voice since he would never yell at her. Khana and Henry stood facing each other, their expressions a mixture of confusion, hurt, and a growing realization that something sinister had interfered with their past."What do you mean? I was drenched in rain waiting for you the whole day at our meeting place!" Khana yelled, her voice laced with frustration."Rain? How come you were drenched when the sky had not cried for the whole day?" the confused priest, Henry, replied, trying to make sense of the conflicting memories."Are you telling me I'm lying?! I waited for you from three in the midnight until eight in the evening, but neither your shadow appeared!" Kh
Henry looked away first and gazed upon the wall next to him. He uttered, "All this time, I thought you had a change of heart. Even though we shared a night, I was unsure what you felt about me. And I have never properly expressed that you are what my heart desires." Henry cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "However, that's all in the past. There's no point dwelling on it now, except for the sake of clarity. I hope this meeting can bring closure and allow you to move forward with your life.""Khana, there's no point lingering in the love we couldn't have. I truly loved you, but that was all part of history," he added.Khana rose from her seat, stepping closer until she had Henry pinned against the sofa. She fixed him with a piercing stare, freezing him in place with the intensity of her gaze. She had a way of captivating his senses."Show me that your feelings for me are truly in the past," Khana demanded, her fingers tracing the contours of Henry's face. "I'll kiss you.
"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out, sucking out his soul. Henry could not understand himself as if he's gone insane.Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, a hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, but instead, it excited her more. At the back of Khana's head, her mind has been saying, "I guess, I'm driving you crazy, huh? How about I suck you harder?"She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. The guy's thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, a plaything between his legs that was not too short or long, yet not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong. A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having the restless guy's 'thing' defiling h
Although she was engaged to Richard, they never had this intimacy in bed because she never allowed it to happen. Henry is the first guy who buds her flower when they are both not of legal age. And, now, he is still the first to have a taste of her older self.The two wild souls were drowning in pleasure, and neither couldn't bring themselves to their senses. It's driving her crazy, having Henry sucking his booby again while sliding his two fingers in and out between his legs. She's like a seashell that spreads more upon cast into the flame as much as how her legs spread wider."I want you inside me, now..." She whispered to his ears while slightly pulling his hair.He could hear her heavy breath. She's gasping for air while moaning. It was a piece of music to his ears. Also, seeing her expressions is like a form of art he adores. She grabbed his arm and buried her nails as he made his way inside her. Her head tilted left and right every time he moved in and out. She even bit her lo
Khana woke up tied in the middle of a crowd cursing her, calling names. She wanted to scream for help, but her mouth was trampled with a piece of clothing. She was confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep next to the man she admired. What's all the fuss? Why is she tied like a witch in the witch craze? She can't help but keep a lot of questions in her head. "May you rot in hell!" says the crowd while throwing eggs and cabbage at her. Suddenly, Richard stands out from the crowd. Richard was holding a stick with blazing fire. He glared at her and mouthed, "You and him shall burn to death."It was at that moment she realized a black fabric next to her. The crowd removed it and a man with blood all over his face appeared."Henry!" Khana screamed in horror. She frantically moved, wanting to escape from being tied. Suddenly, the long sturdy stick where she was hanging had lost its footing to the ground. She looked down, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized
Henry's expression turned grim as they exchanged anxious glances. They couldn't risk letting anyone discover their clandestine affair. Khana's mind raced, a surge of panic overwhelming her.As the doorbell rang again, their options dwindled. Khana's mind whirled with fear and uncertainty. If it was Richard, how would they explain their presence here together?"We have to do something," Khana urged, voice trembling. "What if it's Richard?"Khana’s heart raced as the doorbell echoed through the house. She and Henry stood frozen, their tense conversation interrupted by the unexpected sound. With a sinking feeling, Khana’s mind raced through possibilities. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. Then, headed to the window to check whoever the person was waiting outside. However, she can't figure out who it was. Thus, she had no choice but to open the door."If it's Richard he should have entered the house without even knocking, or else he left his spare key here," Khana mumbled. "Stay here,”