Boundaries

Chapter 95 - Boundaries

Mike’s thick fingers sank deeper into the soft, yielding flesh of May’s ass, digging hard through the thin, almost see-through nightgown that barely covered her. He squeezed tighter, grinding his palms into the warm, plush curves, feeling every soft give and slight jiggle under his grip.

“M-Mike—” she gasped out, the sound nothing more than a shaky breath spilling hot against his shoulder.

He squeezed again, firmer, more deliberate this time, kneading the warm give of her ass under his hands, pressing into the soft meat until it molded around his fingers. May’s arms locked tighter around him, clinging hard. Her eyes squeezed shut tight. Her lips pressed into a thin, trembling line as she held on like she was terrified to let go.

“Mike… p-please,” she whispered, voice shaking and thin. “We should not cross the line.”

He remained silent for a long moment, unable to bring himself to move. He was still holding her, still feeling the soft, forbidden weight of her body against his. The warmth of her lingered in his arms, and for a few precious seconds, he allowed himself to remain exactly where he was, caught between what he wanted and what he knew he should never want.

But the moment could not last forever.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he began to loosen his embrace. His hands moved up her back, following its gentle curve until his palms came to rest on her shoulders. He held her there for another brief moment, his fingers resting lightly against her, before he gently eased her away from him.

The distance between them was barely anything, yet it felt like a decision.

They sat down on the edge of the bed, turning to face each other. Neither of them moved away. Their knees touched, a small point of contact that seemed insignificant on its own, yet somehow made the silence between them even more difficult to bear.

Mike could see her clearly from this distance. Every subtle shift in her expression, every hesitation, every flicker that passed through her eyes. There was nowhere for either of them to hide, not when they were sitting so close, with nothing between them but the words they had yet to say.

He leaned forward just a little.

It was hardly a movement at all, barely enough to change the space separating them. But it was enough.

May's eyes fluttered shut once more. Her breath caught, then grew uneven, coming in short, unsteady intervals. Her lips parted slightly, and her head tilted forward by the smallest degree, an almost imperceptible movement that nevertheless spoke louder than anything she could have said.

She was waiting.

Her body seemed to respond before she could think better of it, drawn toward him by the same invisible force that had brought them this close in the first place. She did not pull away. She did not open her eyes or try to put more distance between them. Instead, she remained there, her face turned toward his, leaving the last few inches between them painfully, unmistakably clear.

Mike noticed every detail.

He saw the way she waited for him to close the distance. The way her lips remained slightly parted, as though she had already imagined what would happen next. The way she seemed to surrender to the moment, trusting him to make the choice neither of them had been able to make aloud.

And he understood.

She wanted the kiss.

More than that, she felt the same pull he did. The same temptation that had made the embrace last longer than it should have, that had turned a simple moment of closeness into something neither of them could pretend not to recognize.

For one brief moment, Mike remained where he was, looking at her.

All he had to do was lean forward.

The thought came easily, almost naturally. There was so little distance left to cross, and she was right there in front of him. He could see the anticipation in her face, could feel the weight of everything they were leaving unsaid pressing into the silence.

But he knew where that single movement would lead them.

And he knew they could not afford to forget it.

“May,” he said quietly.

Her eyes opened.

For a moment, she looked at him without moving, as though she were waiting for him to finish what they had both been thinking. The space between them remained unchanged, but the silence had taken on a different weight now. His voice had interrupted the moment, and whatever she had expected to hear, she seemed to sense that his next words would decide everything.

Mike held her gaze.

“You're right,” he said softly. “We should not cross the line.”

The words settled between them, and May stared at him for a moment before embarrassment crept across her face. She lowered her gaze to her lap, her shoulders drawing inward as she struggled to compose herself. Only moments ago, she had thought he might kiss her. Now, she felt foolish for having let herself hope.

Mike noticed the change in her expression. He hadn't wanted to hurt her. The truth was, he didn't know what to do with the feelings between them, and that uncertainty frightened him more than he wanted to admit.

“May...” His voice softened. “I... I just want to see you smile for real again.”

She remained silent.

“Father told me to take care of you both.” His eyes glistened as he searched for the right words. “He told me to keep you happy. But I can feel how lonely and hurt you are, and I—I just can't think of a way to give you your smile back.”

He looked down, frustrated with himself. He wanted to help her, to ease the sadness he could see in her, but he didn't know how. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the words to make things better.

May slowly lifted her head.

Looking at him now, she saw the helplessness in his eyes. He wasn't trying to dismiss her feelings. He was struggling with his own, caught between what he wanted and what he believed he should do.

Her expression softened.

She rose from the edge of the bed and stepped between his knees. Before he could ask what she was doing, she lifted both hands and cupped his cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze until his lips formed an involuntary pout.

A small smile touched her face.

For the first time in their conversation, there was a hint of playfulness in her expression. She looked at his reddening cheeks, and her smile grew a little warmer. Mike stared up at her, caught off guard by the sudden change.

His hands rose instinctively to her wrists, holding them lightly.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other. May's smile gradually softened as her gaze lingered on his face. Then her eyes drifted briefly to his lips.

Before Mike could say anything, she leaned down.

Her lips met his.

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