Love Visits

As I stared at the black paint on my canvas, I couldn't help but think about her. She was like a burst of color in my monochrome life. Her slight smile could brighten up my day and bring a whole new range of hues to my board.

But for the past two weeks, she had been absent from school, and I felt her absence keenly. Every girl I saw reminded me of her, and her face seemed to haunt me wherever I looked. I couldn't help but worry about her.

On the first day of her absence, I dialed her number, eager to find out what had happened. Her mother answered the phone and told me that she had gone to the doctor for a check-up.

I was immediately filled with dread. "What happened to her?" I asked her mother anxiously.

"Nothing serious," her mother reassured me. "Just a minor fever and body ache."

I tried to tell myself that it was nothing to worry about, but as the day wore on, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. She didn't call me back, and I couldn't help but wonder why.

Maybe her mother had forgotten to give her the message. Or maybe she was too sick to call anyone. I weighed the possibilities in my mind and eventually came to the decision that I needed to go and see her for myself.

I missed school the next day, feeling restless and uneasy. I took a long shower, dressed up in my best clothes, and carefully gelled and combed my hair. I wanted to make a good impression on her.

I picked out some fresh white lilies, her favorite flowers, and a box of chocolates. I carefully hung the shopping bags from the handlebars of my black sports bicycle and set off towards her house.

As I cycled through the streets, my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't wait to see her, to make sure that she was okay. And maybe, just maybe, to bring a little bit of color back into my life.

As I approached her small double-story house across the bridge near the river, my heart beat faster in anticipation of seeing her again. I parked my black sports bicycle outside her gate and walked towards the door, holding a bouquet of fresh white lilies, her favorite flowers, and a box of chocolates. After taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I rang the doorbell.

I heard footsteps approaching, and the door opened to reveal her mother, who greeted me kindly. "Hi, I'm Jess, Bella's school friend," I introduced myself. She smiled warmly and invited me inside, showing me the way to Bella's room.

As we walked through the small living room, I noticed the walls adorned with tapestries, wall hangings, and some pictures of a baby girl. I recognized Bella immediately, pictured as a small child holding a doll that was almost bigger than her. I smiled at the adorable sight.

Entering her room, I saw Bella lying in bed, covered with a baby pink blanket up to her shoulders. Despite her condition, her smile was radiant and welcoming. My heart swelled with affection as I approached her bed, placing the bouquet and the box of chocolates on her bedside table.

As her mother left the room to fetch something for me to eat, I sat down beside her on the bed. "I missed you," I said softly, gazing into her beautiful eyes. She blushed and looked away shyly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"There's no need for this," she said, gesturing towards the bouquet and chocolates.

"It's my love, kindly accept it," I replied, taking her hand in mine.

As we sat together in her room, talking and laughing, time seemed to stand still. I felt grateful for the moments we shared, and I knew that I would always cherish them.

I sat nervously on the edge of Bella's bed, the soft white blanket covering her small frame up to her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was shallow, as if she was trying to conserve all her energy. I placed my hand on hers, and felt the warmth of her skin under my touch. "I don't like going to a school where you're not there. Get well soon and come back to school," I whispered, hoping my words would help her heal faster.

Bella smiled weakly, and I leaned in to kiss her forehead, feeling the coolness of her skin against my lips. I lingered there for a moment, taking in her sweet scent, before planting soft kisses on her nose, cheeks, and finally, her lips. She responded to my touch, her lips moving in sync with mine, her breath hot against my face.

I pulled back slightly, biting gently on her earlobe, eliciting a sweet cry from her. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, worried that I had hurt her.

She giggled, her eyes still closed, lost in the pleasure of the moment. I couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her skin against mine, and I leaned in once more to kiss her, my hands moving up and down her back. She responded eagerly, her hands exploring my body, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, she pulled away, her face contorted with pain, and tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, as I wiped away the tears from her cheeks. "I can't bear to see you like this," I said, pressing my lips against hers again, hoping to transfer some of my energy to her.

Just then, we heard footsteps approaching, and I pulled away quickly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and longing. "I see that my daughter seems quite cheerful today. You should visit her quite often," Bella's mother said, as she placed a tray of refreshments between us.

I smiled at her, relieved that she didn't seem to suspect anything, and asked after her parents. We chatted for a few minutes, and I felt myself relax in her presence, forgetting about the world outside.

But as soon as her mother left the room, I leaned in to kiss Bella again, my passion rising with every touch. Her body was hot and feverish, and I felt a surge of desire wash over me. We kissed deeply, our tongues curling, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I couldn't get enough of her, and she seemed to feel the same way.

"Don't stop," she whispered, as I pulled away, my heart racing with excitement. I smirked, and wiped my fingers on her lips, feeling a surge of pleasure at the sight of her gasping for breath. "Neither do I," I said, as I stood up to leave, my mind already racing with plans to make our next encounter even more special.