Patricia's eyes widened as she wasn't expecting things to turn out this way. She couldn't resist his advances; she didn't want to. Tom was on top of her and her hands were wrapped around her waist. She quietly let him touch her body. If this was what he wanted, she was willing to give him her first ti. She had already given him her heart and her love, and she didn't mind giving him her body too.
Under the heavy influence of alcohol, Tom showed no rcy. He had rough sex with Patricia that night, even though it was only her first ti. After that, he imdiately fell asleep. Patricia's body was killing her, but tears of joy flooded her eyes. She loved him, so she was happy that he needed her.
She sniffed and thought to herself, 'I have always expected that my first ti would be romantic and dreamy, but this was nothing like that. It was just a drunken night. But, I don't regret it. I'm willing to give Tom my everything.'
She lay next to Tom and listened to the constant rhythm of his breathing. Too excited to sleep, she stared at his face affectionately.
It was a first for her when she had humbled herself to pursue this man, and it was her first ti that she had loved soone in such a humble manner. She wished that this mont would last forever.
Eventually, Patricia fell asleep in Tom's arms. The next morning, when Tom opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was her face. And then he realized that they were both naked.
Rubbing his aching brow, he tried to rember what had happened last night and accepted the truth peacefully. He got off the bed and went straight into the bathroom.
He turned on the shower and let the cold
. He didn't understand what she was afraid of. There was no one else in the house, but them. Like other young n, Tom preferred to live alone. He needed a quiet environnt to study, so he was the only one staying in the villa. As for the house work, his mother always sent servants to clean the house when Tom was at work.
"Um... I..." Patricia tried to form a proper sentence, but couldn't find the right words.
"Have breakfast first. We'll talk later," Tom interrupted and began to eat his Western style breakfast.
Patricia quickly looked at her plate and began eating. She stole glances at Tom from ti to ti and wondered what he was going to tell her. 'Is he going to say that what happened last night was just a mistake?' she thought anxiously.
Tom noticed her glances, but ignored them. He didn't know what he was supposed to do with her, and while he ate, he kept thinking about what he was going to say or how he should take responsibility.
Breakfast was over quickly in a weird and dull atmosphere. Patricia nervously sat on the couch in the living room, waiting for Tom's decision.
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