Blackmailed For Love

I lit the candles around the room and checked the flowers and all the gifts I had bought for her, some I made myself.

There were a total of sixteen of them for her sixteenth birthday.

I knew she had been busy with her mother and my brother for the entire day, celebrating her birthday with them.

I had sent them all to a carnival that was being held in the village nearby so Elsa could enjoy her day with the people that mattered to her.

She wanted me too to be there with her, but I couldn't.

Our ages made it difficult to be seen together in public unless someone recognised the untamed emotions we felt for each other.

I had tried to keep my distance, I had fûcking tried.

But she was relentless in her pursuit and when I saw those fat tears in her big blue eyes I couldn't hold back anymore.

And now it had been more than a month now, and Elsa had been nothing but persistent to chip away at the last of my walls.

It was so fucking hard to keep my hands off her when she would lie down beside me and deliberately let her hands roam around my body like it was a playground or a map she wanted to see and measure.

1 The only thing I had allowed myself to have was to kiss her.

And that too I refrained from doing too much or else I would lose myself in her.

She tasted so fucking sweet.

Like innocence and sin and my downfall.

I knew no matter how much I kept my control I was playing with fire but still I couldn't not follow her siren call.

And it wasn't just her beauty and the forbidden factor, no, my little girl might be just sixteen but she had an old soul.

She understood me more than anyone could.

She listens to me.

it when my

needs

understands how much she meant

that, my Dad, who died in a car

maybe someone

grief stricken she didn't pay any attention to her only son but more on how to numb her pain and the closest shoulder she could lean on which happened to be my

I could slip into my dark thoughts and Elsa stepped inside, bringing everything

eyes darting around the room, reflecting the candle lights and then

my arms and caught

the force of our collision and I whispered, "Happy Birthday, my

"Thank you, Kristian."

clasped my face between her

wished for the day when I

knew

looks

roses and all the gifts and the two stuffed

is nothing, you will be surprised what I can do

said, caressing her sun

behind my words as

murmured, kissing her cheek and brushing another soft kiss

my hair as she

"Little girl…"

I began.

She cut me off.

Kristian, it's my

my hands and said, "You know how much I care about you,

on her soft plump bottom

do you ask me something that could

She shook her head.

how you could not want

trailed off, her hand waving

boys always want it? Maybe you do not want me… You are just amusing