Side story: Part Ten.

(love confessions?oh.)

Evan's POV.

Day two.

my dearest Adar,

I hope this letter finds you well, though I must admit, I'm slightly perturbed that I haven't received a response to my previous missive. I can only assume it arrived safely in your hands. Forgive my impatience, but the silence is unbearable.

As I sit to write to you daily, I find myself struggling to articulate my thoughts. My mind is consumed by visions of you, and I must confess, they often take on a most...unseemly nature. The mere thought brings a smile to my lips, and I am reminded of the depth of my longing.

Today, I shall reveal the reason behind my abrupt departure from the kingdom. A most...distasteful altercation with my brother compelled me to leave. I dare not disclose the details, for they are too foul to commit to paper. Suffice it to say, my presence was hindering his...domestic bliss, and I saw fit to remove myself from the situation. The memory of our quarrel still lingers, leaving a foul taste in my mouth, but I find the sting lessening with each passing day.

Now, I must ask, dear Adar, might I pose a question without fear of ridicule? Would you be so kind as to grant me a kiss? I yearn for the touch of your lips, the gentle caress of your skin. My very being aches for it. I am attempting to be considerate of your space, but I fear I may not survive without some semblance of physical affection.

Yours, in earnest longing,

Evan

(P.S. I would not object to receiving that kiss forthwith, my love. Indeed, I implore you, do not tarry.)

Adar's POV.

Another letter from Evan, and I couldn't help but stare at the envelope, my heart racing with anticipation. I didn't want him to leave, yet I couldn't make it too easy for him either. But as I read his words, my resolve crumbled. He was trying so hard, and it was...endearing. My blush deepened as I reached the end of the letter, my lips tingling at his request. A kiss. It had been too long since I'd felt his lips on mine. I chuckled, my mind made up. I missed him too.

"Tell him...yes," I said to the maid, my voice barely above a whisper.

The maid's eyes sparkled without knowing, but she curtsied and departed to deliver my response. I couldn't help but smile, my heart fluttering with excitement. A kiss wouldn't hurt, and I couldn't deny the longing I felt for his touch. I missed his flesh against mine, the way he made me feel alive. Evan's request was granted, and I couldn't wait to see him again.

Evan's POV.

The maid scurried off, leaving me to my anticipation. She hadn't mentioned when Adar would arrive, and I was left to pace and wonder. It was like reliving my first crush all over again, the excitement and nervousness swirling in my stomach. My first love, the one who had disappeared without a trace.I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the room, I grew restless. Waiting was agonizing, but I knew I couldn't rush him. This was still his kingdom, and I was at his mercy. I couldn't dictate the pace of the future king, no matter how much I yearned for his presence.

I sighed, trying to occupy myself with a book, but my mind kept wandering back to Adar. When would he come? Would he kiss me softly, or with the passion that had once burned between us? The uncertainty was maddening, and I found myself checking the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. Time seemed to be crawling, and I was trapped in this limbo of longing.

Two knocks on the door, and then Adar strode in, his presence commanding attention. I felt my resolve crumble as I took in his chiseled features and piercing gaze. I had asked him to kiss me, but now I wanted so much more. As he approached, I stood up, my eyes locked on his, and my heart racing with anticipation.

Adar's breath hitched, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable. I felt my mind wandering to all the things I wanted to do to him, but I knew I had to keep myself in check. We were here to kiss for a few minutes, not to indulge in my baser desires.

But as Adar pulled me into his arms, all rational thought flew out the window. His body pressed against mine, and I felt like I was melting into him. His face was glazed with lust, and for a moment, I didn't recognize him. This wasn't my Adar, but I couldn't deny the attraction I felt to this version of him.

As he lifted my head, his mouth claimed mine, and I was lost. I wanted to devour him, to taste every inch of his skin, to feel his warmth and his passion. His tongue danced with mine, and I felt like I was drowning in his kiss. He was like a drug, and I was addicted. I couldn't get enough of him, and I knew that I would never be able to let him go.

The next thing I knew, I was frantically fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, my hands racing through his hair, and I was edging him closer, begging him to touch me, to hold me. But then, he abruptly pulled back, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of desire and restraint. He was struggling to catch his breath, his chest heaving with exertion.

His hand shot out, pointing at me, as if to halt my advances. I felt a surge of frustration, my body screaming in protest. I had to physically restrain myself from swatting his hand away and pulling him back into my embrace. My eyes lingered on the wrong places, drinking in the sight of his disheveled hair, his flushed skin, and his swollen lips.

Why was he stopping me? Didn't he want me just as much as I wanted him? The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel the air thickening with unspoken desire. I was torn between respecting his boundaries and giving in to the primal urge to claim him as mine. My body trembled with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest, as I waited for him to make his next move.

He walked around me, his movements fluid and graceful, and sat down on my bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I couldn't help but notice the way his pants hugged his curves, and I felt a flutter in my chest. I had never smacked his ass, and he had never smacked mine, but the thought sent a thrill through me. Maybe I'd ask him about it in my next letter...

But for now, I focused on the conversation at hand. "What?" I asked, confusion etched on my face.

He took a deep breath, his composure regained. "We...can't keep doing this. We get carried away, and I don't like it. It's always about sex, never about anything else. Don't you ever think of anything else?" His words were laced with a hint of vulnerability.

I wanted to say no, to tell him that sex was all I wanted, but something in his eyes made me pause. This was a serious moment, and I knew I had to be honest. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice softening. "What is it that you want? I promise to grant it."

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his, and waited for his response. What did he want from me? What did he need? I was willing to give it to him, to make him happy, because in that moment, I knew that I wanted him, all of him, not just his body.

He chuckled lightly, his hand covering his face, and his voice was like music to my ears. I waited, my heart pounding in anticipation, as he revealed his desires.

"I want to kiss you...without it turning into something more," he said, his breath escaping in a gentle sigh. "I want to touch you, hold you, without you thinking it'll lead to sex." His words pierced my heart, and I realized how wrong I'd been.

He continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "I want to breathe the same air as you, cuddle with you, share my day with you. I just want you to be... my person." His eyes welled up with tears, and he tried to will them away, but they spilled over, breaking my heart.

I took small steps towards him, my arms opening to envelop him. I stood between his thighs, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pulled him into a gentle hug. I laid a soft kiss on his head, feeling a deep sense of regret and longing.

In that moment, I knew I'd been wrong to assume that all he wanted was an apology. He wanted connection, intimacy, and love. He wanted to share his life with me, and I wanted that too. I held him close, feeling his warmth, his heartbeat, and his tears. I knew I had to make things right between us.

The next day, it was as if the vulnerable moment we shared had never happened, and we fell back into our usual routine. But for me, something had shifted. I sat down to write another letter to Adar, but this one was different. I wasn't trying to justify my actions or seduce him with words. Instead, I poured out my heart, sharing my true feelings and thoughts.

As I wrote, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. It was liberating to be honest, to admit my mistakes and my desires. I didn't worry about how Adar would respond or whether he would even read it. I wrote for myself, to process my emotions and to find clarity.

The words flowed effortlessly, and I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I sealed the letter, feeling a sense of peace and closure. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new, something real, between us.

Adar's POV.

Another letter? I had thought I'd  never receive one after our entire heartfelt ordeal yesterday but even so such made me smile, i finally got to say my feelings and I felt very content about it.

"My dearest Adar,

Well my dearest seems old school, so I'm switching it up.

Hey baby,

I'm not sure where to begin. I've been doing some reflecting, and I realize I haven't been the best partner in our situation. I've been so caught up in my own desires that I haven't taken the time to listen to your needs and wants. For that, I'm truly sorry.

How have you been? How's work treating you? Please don't overexert yourself - I worry about your well-being.

I miss you deeply, and it hurts. But I hope this letter marks a new beginning for us. I promise to listen more and not assume I know what you want. I remember you mentioning cuddles, and I want you to know that I'm open to that now. Anytime you want to snuggle, I'm just a few chambers away.

Before I close this letter, I want to say that I love you. Truly, genuinely, and deeply. I want to learn to love you for who you are, beyond just physical intimacy. I want to grow and explore our feelings together.

No need to respond to this letter - I think it's time we start having face-to-face conversations. Until then, know that I'm sending you all my love, including one sloppy kiss with tongue.

(P.S. the kiss is too sloppy, don't get hard.)

Yours always, Evan.

It always had to have a little touch of Evan, if it ain't Evan then who? This made me Chuckle honestly, to me he was definitely a lost cause.

I smiled as I read the letter, feeling a mix of emotions: happiness, relief, and love. It was as if the floodgates had opened, and I was finally being true to myself and my feelings.

The invitation to cuddle, to snuggle, and to be close without expectations touched my heart. I knew I had been hesitant to initiate intimacy, fearing it would lead to more than I was ready for. But now, I felt seen and understood.

The declaration of love, genuine and true, made my heart skip a beat. I felt the same way, and it was liberating to know that we were on the same page.

The postscript, with its promise of sloppy kisses and tongue, made me laugh and blush. It was a reminder that even in our vulnerability, we could still be playful and affectionate.

I folded the letter, feeling a sense of closure and new beginnings. It was time to move beyond letters and start talking face-to-face, to explore our feelings and desires in person. I was ready to take this step, to learn to love and be loved in return.

Everything fit so perfectly it was beyond untrustworthy.