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The Hidden Confession
Anonymous
Aug 14
Scenario:I opened my crush letter It said " I want you, I need you Emily, I have to kiss and make love to you. Meet me tomorrow somewhere private.", i want to fuck him badly but I didn't know he felt the same way
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Sarah Jennings
Emily's best friend and confidante, supportive of Emily's feelings and decisions, short blonde hair, bubbly and outspoken.
Lucas Bennett
Emily's crush and the letter's author, best friend to Emily's brother, tall with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, confident and charming.
Emily Carter
central character, has a secret crush and is the recipient of the letter, long brown hair, green eyes, shy but secretly adventurous.
I can’t believe what I’m reading.
I’m sure I must have misread it.
I read the words again, and they’re still the same.
I’ve read them over and over, and I still can’t believe it.
The letter is addressed to me, and it’s from Lucas Bennett.
My brother’s best friend.
The guy I’ve been in love with for as long as I can remember.
The guy who has no idea how I feel about him.
The guy who has never shown any interest in me beyond friendship.
Until now.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t believe he feels this way about me.
I sit on my bed, clutching the letter with trembling hands.
My heart races as I re-read Lucas's words.
"I've always felt something for you, Emily," he wrote.
A mix of excitement and fear churns inside me.
I grab my phone and dial Sarah's number.
"Hey, Em! What's up?" she answers cheerfully.
"Can you come over? It's urgent," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Be there in ten," she replies, sensing the urgency.
I hang up and stare at the letter again.
The words blur as tears fill my eyes.
I can't believe this is real.
A knock on the door snaps me out of my daze.
"Come in!" I call out, my voice shaky.
Sarah bursts into the room, her eyes wide with concern.
"What's going on?" she asks, sitting beside me on the bed.
I hand her the letter without a word.
She reads it quickly, her eyes widening in shock and delight.
"Emily! This is incredible!" she exclaims, hugging me tightly.
"I know, but what do I do?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Well, do you want to meet him?" she asks, searching my face for an answer.
"I don't know. I'm scared," I admit, looking down at my hands.
"Scared of what?" she asks gently.
"Of getting hurt. Of ruining everything," I say, tears slipping down my cheeks.
Sarah takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly.
"Emily, you've been in love with Lucas for years. This is your chance. Don't let fear hold you back," she says firmly.
I nod, wiping away my tears.
"You're right. I need to see where this leads," I say, determination growing inside me.
Sarah smiles and hugs me again.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispers in my ear.
As the night progresses, my nervousness grows.
"What if he changes his mind?" I ask Sarah for the hundredth time.
"He won't. Trust me," she reassures me.
I take a deep breath and look at the clock.
It's almost time to meet him.
"I should get ready," I say, standing up.
Sarah helps me pick out an outfit and does my hair.
"You look amazing," she says with a smile.
"Thanks," I reply, feeling a bit more confident.
We head downstairs together.
"You've got this," Sarah says as we reach the front door.
I nod and step outside into the cool night air.
My heart pounds in my chest as I walk towards the meeting place.
Every step feels like an eternity.
Finally, I see him standing there under the streetlight.
My heart pounds harder with each step I take towards him.
He looks up and our eyes meet.
A small, nervous smile spreads across his face.
"Emily," he says softly, pulling a single red rose from behind his back and extending it towards me.
"I wasn't sure you'd come."
I swallow hard, my breath catching in my throat as I take the rose from him.
Our fingers brush, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I couldn't stay away," I reply, my voice trembling.
Lucas steps closer, his gaze intense and unwavering.
The cool night air seems to disappear as he cups my face gently with his hands.
His touch is warm, comforting.
"Emily," he whispers, leaning in closer.
I can feel his breath on my lips.
Before I can respond, his lips meet mine in a passionate kiss.
The world around us fades away.
The streetlight, the distant sounds of the city—all of it disappears.
All that exists is Lucas and me.
His kiss is everything I've ever dreamed of and more.
It's soft yet urgent, filled with years of unspoken feelings.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
We break apart only when we need to breathe, our foreheads resting against each other.
His eyes search mine, filled with a mixture of relief and longing.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Me too," I confess, unable to keep the smile off my face.
He takes a step back but keeps one hand on my cheek.
"I was so afraid you'd reject me," he says, shaking his head slightly.
"How could I?" I reply. "I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember."
His eyes widen in surprise and then soften with understanding.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I was scared," I admit. "Scared of ruining our friendship. Scared you didn't feel the same way."
He nods slowly. "I get that. But now we know."
We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other.
The night feels magical, like anything is possible.
"So what happens now?" I ask, breaking the silence.
"Now," he says with a grin, "we see where this leads."
He takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.
The simple gesture fills me with warmth and hope.
The tension between us is palpable, almost electric.
He leans in, his eyes locked on mine.
"I can't believe this is real," he whispers, his voice filled with awe.
I nod, my heart racing so fast I can barely breathe.
We kiss again, more urgently this time.
His lips are warm and insistent, and I lose myself in the moment.
Lucas's hands explore my back, pulling me closer to him.
My breath hitches as I feel his warmth enveloping me.
The world around us seems to blur into the background; it's just Lucas and me in this bubble of newfound love.
Suddenly, footsteps approach, breaking the spell.
We break apart, startled and breathless.
It's Sarah, grinning widely as she walks up to us.
"Sorry to interrupt," she says, winking at both of us. "Just wanted to make sure everything's okay."
I blush furiously but manage to smile back at her, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
"Everything's fine," I say, my voice a bit shaky but genuine.
Sarah looks at Lucas and then back at me, her grin widening.
"I'm glad to hear that," she says, giving me a quick hug before stepping back.
Lucas chuckles softly, his hand still holding mine tightly.
"Thanks for checking in, Sarah," he says warmly.
"No problem," she replies with a wink. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone now."
She turns and walks away, leaving us in our little world once again.
I turn back to Lucas, my heart still pounding from the kiss and the unexpected interruption.
"So," I say softly, "where were we?"
Lucas smiles and leans in closer again.
"I think we were right about here," he murmurs before kissing me once more.
This time the kiss is slower, more deliberate.
His hands move gently up and down my back as if memorizing every inch of me.
I melt into him, feeling safe and cherished.
When we finally pull away again, we're both breathing heavily.
Lucas rests his forehead against mine.
"I don't want this night to end," he whispers.
"Me neither," I reply softly.
We sit there for a while longer, just enjoying each other's presence.
The night air is cool but not uncomfortable.
The streetlights cast a soft glow around us, making everything feel almost dreamlike.
Eventually, Lucas stands up and offers me his hand.
"Walk with me?" he asks.
I nod and take his hand, standing up beside him.
We start walking down the quiet street, our fingers still intertwined.
Every step feels like we're moving forward into something new and wonderful.
As we walk, we talk about everything and nothing—our hopes, our fears, our dreams for the future.
It feels so natural, so right.
With each word spoken and each step taken, I feel more certain that this is where I'm meant to be.
Suddenly, Lucas stops walking and turns to face me.
"Emily," he says seriously. "I want you to know that I'm all in. Whatever happens next, I'm here for it."
Tears well up in my eyes at his words.
"I feel the same way," I say honestly.
He pulls me into another embrace, holding me tightly as if he's afraid I'll disappear.
I cling to him just as fiercely.
In that moment, standing there under the streetlights with Lucas's arms around me, I know that whatever comes next will be okay because we'll face it together.
And then the sound of a car horn blares from behind us.
We jump apart instinctively as a car speeds past us down the street.
Lucas laughs nervously.
"Guess we should pay attention to where we're going," he says sheepishly.
I laugh too and take his hand again.
"Yeah," I agree with a smile. "Let's keep moving."
He presses me against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Emily, I can't wait any longer," he whispers, his voice trembling.
His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer.
I feel his heartbeat racing against mine.
Our lips crash together, raw and hungry.
I moan softly, losing myself in the moment.
Lucas's hands roam my body, igniting a fire within me.
The alley's shadows hide us from prying eyes.
The dim light from a distant streetlamp casts eerie shapes on the brick walls around us.
The scent of damp concrete and faint traces of garbage fill the air, but none of it matters.
All I can focus on is Lucas—his touch, his warmth, his need for me.
We break apart briefly, gasping for air.
"I need you now," he says, his voice hoarse with desire.
I nod, unable to form words as my mind spins with the intensity of our connection.
His hands slide under my shirt, sending shivers down my spine as he explores my skin.
I arch into him, craving more of his touch.
He kisses me again, deeper this time, as if trying to consume every part of me.
The world outside the alley fades away completely.
It's just us in this hidden corner of the city, lost in our own universe.
Lucas's fingers trace patterns on my back before moving to unbutton my shirt.
My breath hitches as he exposes more of my skin to the cool night air.
His lips leave mine to trail kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.
I gasp at the sensation, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Lucas," I whisper, barely able to contain the overwhelming emotions surging through me.
He pauses for a moment to look into my eyes, his gaze intense and filled with longing.
"I've wanted this for so long," he admits softly.
"Me too," I reply breathlessly.
With renewed urgency, we continue exploring each other in the dimly lit alleyway.
Every touch, every kiss feels like a promise—a promise of something deeper and more meaningful than either of us could have imagined.
Suddenly, a noise from the street startles us both.
We freeze, listening intently as footsteps approach the entrance to the alley.
For a moment, panic grips me—what if someone sees us?
But then Lucas tightens his hold on me and whispers reassuringly in my ear.
"It's okay. We're okay."
The footsteps pass by without incident, leaving us alone once more.
Relief floods through me as I realize how much trust I have in him.
"Let's get out of here," Lucas suggests quietly. "Somewhere more private."
I nod in agreement, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation at what lies ahead.
He takes my hand and leads me out of the alley and back onto the quiet street.
We walk quickly but silently towards his apartment building just a few blocks away.
As we enter the lobby and head up to his floor, my heart races with every step we take closer to being alone together again.
Finally reaching his door, Lucas fumbles with his keys before unlocking it and ushering me inside.
The moment we're through the door, he pulls me into another passionate kiss—this time free from any fear or interruption.
We stumble towards his bedroom while shedding clothes along the way until we're both standing bare before each other under soft lamplight.
We both groan in unison, the moment shattered.
"Seriously?" Lucas mutters, his forehead resting against mine.
"Sorry," I say, reaching for my phone.
I glance at the screen and see Sarah's name flashing.
"It's Sarah," I explain quickly before answering. "Hey, Sarah."
"Emily! Just checking in. Everything okay?" she asks, her voice cheerful but concerned.
"Yeah, everything's fine," I assure her, trying to keep my voice steady. "Can I call you back later?"
"Sure thing. Just wanted to make sure you're alright," she says. "Talk soon!"
I hang up and toss the phone aside, turning back to Lucas.
His eyes are dark with desire as he pulls me close again.
"No more interruptions," he murmurs against my lips before kissing me deeply.
This time, our kisses are more urgent, more desperate.
Lucas's hands roam my body with renewed fervor, and I respond with equal intensity.
He leads me towards the bedroom, our clothes discarded piece by piece along the way.
By the time we reach the bed, we're both breathless and bare.
Lucas picks me up, my lega around him, he presses me against the wall, he puts his tongue on mine as he pulls my panties to the side
The room is dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over us.
Our movements become synchronized, each touch and kiss deeper than the last.
I feel every inch of him against me, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
His hands explore every curve and contour of my body, leaving no part untouched.
I arch into him, craving more of his touch as he trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.
The intensity of our passion grows with each passing second, consuming us both completely.
Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in each other.
Every sensation is heightened—the feel of his skin against mine, the sound of our ragged breaths mingling in the air, the taste of his lips on mine.
We move together seamlessly, our bodies entwined in a dance of pure desire and connection.
It's as if we've been waiting for this moment our entire lives, and now that it's here, nothing else matters.
As we reach the peak of our passion, I cling to Lucas tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of completeness wash over me.
In this moment, there is no past or future—only us and the love we share.
Finally spent and breathless, we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
Lucas wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we bask in the afterglow of our shared experience.
For a while, neither of us speaks; we simply lie there together, savoring the warmth and intimacy between us.
Eventually, Lucas breaks the silence with a soft whisper. "Emily... that was incredible."
I nod in agreement, unable to find words to express how I feel.
Instead, I snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace.
Lucas's fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I close my eyes, savoring the moment.
Just as I begin to drift into a peaceful haze, a sudden knock on the door jolts us both.
"What the—" Lucas mutters, sitting up abruptly.
My heart races as I clutch the sheet to my chest, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Who could that be?" I whisper, my voice tinged with anxiety.
Lucas quickly grabs his pants from the floor and slips them on.
"I'll check," he says, his tone reassuring yet tense.
He strides to the door and opens it cautiously.
Standing there is Sarah, her face a mix of concern and urgency.
"We need to talk," she says, her eyes flickering to me briefly before returning to Lucas.
The knot in my stomach tightens as I sit up straighter, trying to read her expression.
Lucas steps aside to let her in.
"What's going on?" he asks, his voice steady but curious.
Sarah enters the room, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before she turns back to Lucas.
"It's important," she says, her tone serious. "Can we sit down?"
I pull the sheet tighter around myself, feeling a wave of unease wash over me.
Lucas nods and gestures towards the small living area adjacent to the bedroom.
We all move to the couch, and I can't shake the feeling that something significant is about to happen.
Sarah sits down first, her posture tense and rigid.
Lucas takes a seat next to her while I remain perched on the edge of the bed, clutching the sheet like a lifeline.
"What's this about?" Lucas asks again, his brow furrowed with concern.
Sarah takes a deep breath before speaking. "There's been... an incident."
Her words hang heavy in the air, and I feel my pulse quicken.
"What kind of incident?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah glances at me briefly before focusing on Lucas. "It's about your brother."
Lucas's eyes widen in shock. "What happened? Is he okay?"
Sarah shakes her head slowly. "He's in trouble. Serious trouble."
I watch as Lucas's face shifts from confusion to worry. "Tell me everything," he demands.
Sarah nods and begins to explain. "He got involved with some dangerous people. There was a deal gone wrong... he's been taken."
The room feels like it's closing in around us as Sarah's words sink in.
Lucas stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth. "We have to do something," he says urgently. "We can't just leave him there."
"I know," Sarah replies calmly. "That's why I'm here. We need a plan."
I feel a surge of determination rise within me. "We'll help," I say firmly, standing up from the bed.
Lucas stops pacing and looks at me with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you," he says softly.
Sarah nods in agreement. "We'll need all the help we can get."
As we start discussing our next steps, I can't help but feel a sense of dread mixed with resolve.
Whatever lies ahead, we'll face it together—just like Lucas promised.
But for now, there's no time for reflection or hesitation.
"Let's move," Lucas says decisively.
We gather our things quickly and head out into the night, ready to confront whatever challenges await us.
The cool night air hits my face as we step outside, and I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come.
Our footsteps echo on the pavement as we make our way towards an uncertain future—one filled with danger but also hope.
He pulls it out, glancing at the screen.
His face turns pale instantly.
"They want money, or they'll hurt him," he says, his voice trembling.
I grab his arm, my eyes wide with fear.
"We need to call the police," I urge, my heart pounding in my chest.
Lucas shakes his head vehemently.
"No time. We have to go now."
His determination is palpable.
We rush towards his car, adrenaline pumping through our veins.
Sarah follows closely behind, her face set with determination.
The night is dark, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement.
We pile into Lucas's car, and he starts the engine with a roar.
As we drive through the dimly lit streets, tension fills the car like a thick fog.
Lucas grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white.
I reach over and hold his hand, trying to offer some comfort.
"We'll get him back," I say softly, though my own voice wavers with uncertainty.
Sarah sits in the backseat, her eyes scanning the road ahead.
"We need to stay focused," she says firmly. "No mistakes."
The cityscape blurs past us as we speed towards our destination.
The abandoned warehouse looms in the distance, its silhouette stark against the night sky.
Lucas parks the car a short distance away from the building.
We step out cautiously, our breaths visible in the cold air.
The warehouse is a hulking structure of rusted metal and broken windows.
Graffiti covers its walls, and weeds grow unchecked around its base.
"Stay close," Lucas whispers as we approach the entrance.
I nod, my heart hammering in my chest.
Sarah moves silently beside us, her eyes sharp and alert.
We reach a side door that hangs loosely on its hinges.
Lucas pushes it open slowly, and we slip inside.
The interior is dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights.
Stacks of old crates and machinery cast eerie shadows across the floor.
"Where do we start?" I whisper, my voice barely audible.
Lucas scans the room quickly. "We need to find him first," he replies. "Then we'll figure out how to get him out."
We move deeper into the warehouse, our footsteps echoing softly on the concrete floor.
Every creak and groan of the building sets my nerves on edge.
Suddenly, a noise from behind one of the stacks catches our attention.
Lucas signals for us to stop and listen.
Muffled voices drift towards us from somewhere nearby.
"Over there," Sarah whispers, pointing towards a partially open door on the far side of the room.
We move cautiously towards it, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
As we reach the door, Lucas peeks inside.
His face tightens with anger and fear.
"They're in there," he murmurs.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what comes next.
"What's the plan?" I ask quietly.
Lucas looks at me and then at Sarah.
"We go in fast and take them by surprise," he says firmly.
"No hesitation."
Sarah nods in agreement.
"Let's do this."
With one last glance at each other, we burst through the door together.
The room is filled with startled shouts as we confront our enemies head-on.
I feel Lucas's grip tighten around my hand.
Sarah whispers urgently, "Stay close."
We hear footsteps approaching rapidly.
Lucas pulls me behind a stack of crates, his breath quickening.
The kidnappers' voices grow louder, filled with anger and threats.
My heart races as I cling to Lucas, trying to stay silent.
Suddenly, a flashlight beam sweeps the room, narrowly missing us.
Lucas signals for us to move quietly towards an exit he spotted earlier.
We inch our way through the shadows, hoping to avoid detection and find Lucas's brother.
The warehouse feels even more menacing in the dark.
The flickering lights cast eerie shadows that play tricks on my eyes.
I can barely make out the outlines of the crates and machinery around us.
Each step we take seems to echo louder than the last.
"Over here," Lucas whispers, guiding us towards a narrow corridor.
We move as silently as possible, every sense heightened by the fear of being caught.
The kidnappers' voices are now distant but still audible.
"They can't have gone far," one of them growls. "Find them!"
I swallow hard, my throat dry with anxiety.
As we reach the end of the corridor, Lucas stops abruptly.
He points to a door slightly ajar, a faint light spilling out from inside.
"That might be where they're keeping him," he murmurs.
Sarah nods in agreement. "We need to be quick."
Lucas pushes the door open just enough for us to slip through one by one.
Inside, the room is dimly lit by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.
Lucas's brother is tied to a chair in the center of the room, his face bruised and bloodied.
My heart aches at the sight of him.
"Lucas!" he gasps when he sees us, relief flooding his eyes.
"We're getting you out of here," Lucas promises, moving swiftly to untie him.
Just as he's about to free his brother, we hear footsteps approaching again.
"They're coming back!" Sarah hisses.
Lucas works faster, his hands trembling with urgency.
Finally, the ropes fall away, and Lucas helps his brother to his feet.
"Can you walk?" I ask softly.
He nods weakly. "I think so."
We hurry back towards the corridor, but it's too late—the kidnappers have found us.
"There they are!" one of them shouts.
Panic surges through me as they close in on us.
Lucas grabs a metal pipe from the floor and swings it at the nearest kidnapper, knocking him down.
"Go! Now!" he yells at us.
Sarah and I support Lucas's brother as we make a run for it, dodging crates and debris in our path.
The remaining kidnappers give chase, their footsteps pounding behind us.
We burst through another door and find ourselves in a large storage area filled with towering stacks of pallets and boxes.
"This way!" Sarah calls out, leading us towards an emergency exit sign glowing faintly in the distance.
Just as we reach the exit door, one of the kidnappers tackles Lucas from behind.
They grapple on the floor, each trying to gain the upper hand.
"Help him!" I scream at Sarah while trying to keep Lucas's brother upright.
Sarah rushes back and delivers a swift kick to the kidnapper's side, giving Lucas enough time to break free and land a punch that knocks him out cold.
We push through the exit door and stumble into the cold night air once more.
Our breaths come in ragged gasps as we sprint towards Lucas's car parked nearby.
"Get in!" Lucas orders as he starts the engine.
We pile into the car just as more kidnappers spill out of the warehouse behind us.
