World After Worlds

Tiana was sitting beside Lyndon, she was anxiously biting her nails, tapping her feet on the floor, and shifting her eyes to the door and the wall clock. "It's late, it's almost nine." She hissed through her breath and Lyndon glimpse at her with indifferent eyes. It was directed to her tiring attitude towards the situation. "Where are they?"

"Breakfast," Lyndon answered uninterestedly, beaming his eyes to Tiana. He casually lifted his hand and touched her hair but she only shoved his hand away.

"Breakfast? It's almost time for class."

"I don't know, Tia. I'm with you the whole time." She frowned at his nonchalant comment but upon seeing his eyes that were so eager flaunting at her, she looked away.

Lyndon stared at Tiana in gusto; he could assume that that bastard Kraig and Yanarym were in the coffee shop having breakfast or already on their way to the classroom. He knew because Yanarym never failed to give him a full status report each time she visited him. She was with him last night, his expression remained stoic upon recalling. He clasped Tiana's hair on his fingers. He developed a habit, all thanks to Yanarym.

YANARYM did not bother knocking on his door and sprinted to his staircase with such a luminous simper on her face. She was wearing that yellow dress she asked him to buy for her when they went out of town. She was glowing beautifully and the excitement in her expression could not contain. She ran to his location almost tripping herself after seeing him standing on the second floor.

The gloomy girl he once knew was no longer there. She was full of sunshine and enthusiastic vibrant. Sometimes he would get curious about what was happening to her—how did she become a happy bug—but he did not dare to ask. He had the presumption of her answer but he was not that invested in her. His entire attention was focused on Tiana, Yanarym might have a peek on his mind but mostly that was when they were having sex. Though, it was almost two weeks since the last time they shared the fervor explicitly.

As much as he could he resisted her charm. Her flirting and mild seduction were always present whenever they met—or should he say whenever she trespassed at his house? He did want her but he liked her body…he was addicted to it. She was making him addicted to sex.

"LYN!" Yanarym exclaimed and recklessly jumped on him, Lyndon almost fell on his back because of the impact of their bodies. Fortunately, he was acclimated with her quirks, he caught her and balanced his feet with ease. She was casually wrapping her legs around his waist, her elbows rested on his shoulders, and hands at his face, fingers caressing him enormously. Her nose was inches apart on his and her moist fresh but warm breath was hitting his face. Instantly, Lyndon could feel the abnormality of his body just by feeling and staring at her flattering long lashes, bright eyes exhibiting the unconditional affection she had for him, and thin lips smiling so gorgeously. "I miss you, Lyn." She uttered with tenderness and leaned to his face without permission bussed his lips, three times. He was dumbfounded and he recovered fast enough.

After the sudden attack, she released him and walked straight to his bedroom with a hum as if she had not done anything to him. Lyndon had a grim countenance, he had not spoken the whole time and his eyebrows were colliding in the complexity. "Why are you here?" He asked in a jarring tone but she ignored it. He followed her to his room with a frown.

He was occupied with constructing a ring communicator, and he wanted to give it to Tiana as a gift. So that whenever he contacts her, Tiana would answer immediately and had no excuse that she did not bring her communicator with her.

That was what he was doing not until he received a message two minutes earlier through his communicator from Yanarym that she was on her way to him. He was about to go downstairs, lock the door, and turn off the light to disguise that he was not in the house. Too late though, she had already rushed in as if she was aware he would hide from her if she was any seconds late.

"To see you," she uttered with profoundness, he grimaced to her honest response. He strode to his chair while she lay on his bed as she owned it. "Because I miss you, did you not hear what I said, Lyn-lyn?" She shifted her eyes on him and beamed him with an energetic smile.

"Stop calling me Lyn or Lyn-lyn," he said impatiently and swerved the chair back to the table where he was constructing Tiana's ring.

"Why? It's cute!" He heard her exclaim and he could imagine that she was pouting her lips in disapproval.

"I don't like it, Yanarym."

"Hmp, you don't even call me Yam! Now I can't call you Lyn? How can you be so unreasonable?" She protested.

Lyndon did not throw a glance at her, "Do you want to get kicked out?" He uttered impassively. Upon hearing her mute response he thought he managed to shut her up. Not until he felt her fingertips on his shoulders, her hands coquettishly rasped her warm palms to his shoulder to his neck, kneading his muscles skillfully. He felt her moist breath on the back of his ear sending him jolts to his spine spreading all over his nerves. He was stunned at his spot. "Yanarym," his voice grounded, but Yanarym as Yanarym, she was not affected by his furious state.

"Hmm, such meanie arrogant handsome man?" She whispered with a childish tone but in a skittish manner. Lyndon gritted his teeth as his hands were suspended in the air. He expelled the images and began to roll on his head and bite his tongue to restrain his groan. "Why are you so rude every time? Can't you treat me nicely? I miss you a lot." She mumbled innocently, she bent to peek at his face and she was smiling alluringly and the naivety reflected on her eyes.

Lyndon had no understanding of how she could appear so seductive with her childishness. Is it because she is playful? He looked away from her and dropped the tools that were on his hand to brush her hands off of him.

He acted irritated to make her stop; pick up the tools on the table to continue assembling the ring with its components. While he was adjusting the magnifying glass he saw her walk to his side and stared at him.

"I'm busy, missing me is not enough validation to intrude here at any moment you please, especially with an abrupt notice. Stop touching me and behave yourself or I won't hesitate to toss you out." He was annoyed because he was not mad at her. He did make sense once he realized his thoughts but it was the truth. He guessed he was just so used to her being around that he could no longer get mad at her. "Do you have news from Kraig? At least be useful if you're coming here." His voice was consistently harsh and his actions were distant. She, on the other hand, acted as if they were so melodious and pleasant to one another.

Her lips kept her smile as she squeezed in between his arms and successfully made her way to sit on his lap. She was clingy, very clingy, she likes touching him and being near to him in any way possible. Lyndon could only sigh in defeat, he let her sit on him just for her to stop moving around. She fastened her slender arms on his torso and leaned her head to his shoulders. Lyndon inhaled her sweet scent on the tip of his nose. Before it would make him very irritated and uncomfortable. But now it was uncomfortable and pleasing at the same time.

"He's usual, doesn't share anything with me. Secretive but sweet. He did not send me home, he was in a hurry after the last class today." She answered unhurriedly, Lyndon concentrated on what he was doing but in his peripheral view, he could see her staring at him with a passionate gaze. Her fingers ran in his nape were fidgeting as if she was restless. "It's our monthsary tomorrow, we'll have a meal at the coffee shop. He said he'll prepare me pasta." He did not ask anything anymore and she had not spoken for some time.

However, her softness and her scent that was lingering on his nose. The way she breathed on him and as she swung her legs that were not touching the floor because the chair's height was creating a small reaction to her body's appetite. As soon as his body stiffened with lust, he cursed on his mind. This was why he did not like being close to her.