First Love: In the Past

"Sweetie, you received the money. Are you excited?"

My mom walked in with a big smile, asking me excitedly.

Boohoo. I'm neither excited nor happy. I want the house, not the money.

"Mom, I don't want this money. Please return it to the buyer. I want the house."

My mother looked at the place where we lived and shook her head disapprovingly.

"What's so good about this house? It's old and run-down! Samuel has already prepared a room for you, and it's decorated in yellow, your favorite color! Home is wherever you and I are! It's not safe to keep over 160,000 dollars in cash in this house. Stop overthinking it. Samuel will come to pick me up tomorrow."

In the end, my mother still took me to Samuel's house.

Whenever I said I didn't want to live with Samuel, my mother would keep nagging.

I had to compromise.

Luckily, the vacation would end in less than a month.

...

Early the next morning.

The moving men, Samuel, and Leo were all here. My mother dragged me to Samuel's house.

My mother was right. The room was indeed decorated in the style I liked. It was all yellow, and even the furniture was arranged exactly as I imagined.

I secretly suspected that Leo made the arrangements.

I only told him about the details of my room.

Samuel and my mother made a table of dishes in the evening to celebrate their marriage.

In this atmosphere of reunion, we all drank a lot of alcohol.

I stumbled back to my room. I was about to close the door when I found a pair of hands on it.

Looking up, I saw Leo standing in front of me with a slightly flushed face.

"What's the matter?"

Before I could finish my words, the fresh smell of soap from Leo's body reached my nostrils and his strong hand was on my waist.

"Millie Torres, you really are a heartless person!"

After he finished speaking, his whole weight fell upon me.

If I hadn't held onto the wall in time, I would have been knocked down by Leo.

"Leo!"

I called him, but there was no response. I only felt my clavicle itch.

Finally, with great effort, I secretly dragged Leo back to his room.

I put him on the bed. Before I could withdraw my hand, he tightened his hold on my waist and I fell into his arms.

The atmosphere instantly became intimate.

For a moment, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Leo's hand was still on my waist and his grip tightened!

"Leo, Leo."

I called him, and he responded very softly.

But his hand on my waist never let go and instead pinched it imperceptibly.

Finally, I broke free from Leo's clasp and escaped from here with great effort.

The next morning, when I was having breakfast in the restaurant, I didn't dare to look at Leo to avoid any awkwardness.

But it seemed that Leo didn't remember what happened last night at all. There was no sign of anything unusual.

I didn't relax until Leo went to school.

But it was true that what one feared would at last come.

I wanted to avoid Leo, but at noon my mom gave me a lunchbox.

She asked me to deliver the food to Leo, saying that he couldn't eat well at school.

"Mom, I don't want to go." I refused from the bottom of my heart.

"You have no choice. I have already told Leo that I will deliver lunch to Samuel at noon."

My mom thrust the lunchbox into my arms and left with another lunchbox.

Thinking about last night, I felt awkward.