A letter to the post man

Catharine was right. I was damn tired. After a long day of emotional turmoil, I rushed to freshen up, letting the cold water wash over my face as if it could cleanse the confusion and guilt swirling within me. I didn't even bother to dry my hair before slipping into bed.

The soft bedspread enveloped me, lulling me into a deep sleep almost immediately. The world outside faded, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to drift away. I wanted to forget everything—every stolen glance, every whispered word, every lingering touch that had brought me closer to Nath.

I played Lana Del Rey's Sad Girl softly, letting the haunting melody fill the room. The lyrics synced so perfectly with my life, it felt as if she'd written them just for me. I didn't feel bad for what I was doing—not entirely. But then there was Catharine. Sweet, unsuspecting Catharine. My heart ached at the thought of her, even as it raced at the thought of Nath.

Just as I began to sink deeper into sleep, a warm sensation pulled me back. Light, feathery kisses brushed against my fingers, delicate as a whisper. My heart stilled for a moment. The only person who had ever done that was my mother.

I opened my eyes cautiously, blinking against the dim light, and there he was. Nath.

"Nath?" I whispered, my voice hoarse from sleep and disbelief.

He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned closer, his hand grazing mine in a touch so tender it sent shivers down my spine. His eyes, dark and filled with unspoken emotion, locked with mine.

"Go back to sleep," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, like a lullaby meant to coax me into dreams.

But how could I sleep now? I sat up, my mind swirling with questions, my heart pounding with the unspoken tension that seemed to fill the room. "What are you doing here?"

"I've missed you," he said simply, as if that explained everything. And maybe it did.

He pulled me into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around me with a familiarity that made my resolve falter. "I couldn't stay away," he added, his breath brushing against my ear.

"Nath…" I started, but he didn't let me finish.

"I came home the moment Catharine called and told me you were here. Oh, God, Reina…" His hands cupped my face, and before I could protest, his lips found mine.

The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if he were testing the waters. But then it deepened, a tidal wave of passion crashing over us. His lips moved against mine with an urgency that left me breathless, his hands sliding down to my waist, pulling me closer as if he never wanted to let go.

For a moment, I gave in, my body melting into his as the world outside ceased to exist. His touch, his scent, the way his heartbeat matched mine—it was intoxicating.

But reality hit me like a cold gust of wind. My hands found his chest, and I pushed him away, though it took every ounce of strength I had.

"Catharine might see us," I whispered, my voice trembling as I glanced towards the door.

His lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes darkening with something that sent a thrill through me. "Let her," he said, leaning closer, his voice a low growl.

"Nath, you can't—" I started, but his finger pressed gently against my lips, silencing me.

"She is not the one I love Reina"

he said, his gaze holding mine. "I've tried to let her know through actions but she keeps coming back . You're all I think about."

His words sent my heart into overdrive. I wanted to believe him, wanted to lose myself in him, but guilt gnawed at the edges of my resolve.

"Nath," I whispered, my voice breaking.

He pulled me closer, his forehead resting against mine. "Tell me you don't feel the same," he challenged softly.

I couldn't.

His lips found mine again, softer this time, as if he were savoring every moment. His hands trailed up my arms, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured against my lips. "Just let me stay like this. Just for tonight."

Before I could respond, the faint sound of a floorboard creaking broke the spell. My head snapped towards the door, my breath caught in my throat. But no one came.

The door remained closed, and the tension in the room grew thicker. Nath's arms tightened around me protectively, his lips brushing against my temple. "It's just us, Reina," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

His words pulled me back into the moment, but the weight of everything—the lies, the guilt, the desire—pressed down on me like a heavy cloak. I rested my head against his chest, letting his steady heartbeat lull me into a fragile sense of calm.

Why on earth was Catharine I asked myself ?

Hell if she push the door open

"Why is Catharine?" I managed to ask Nath

His grip tightens "She's gone out to shop for some stuff for you "

He replied briefly ,guilt habouring over me I knew deep down Catharine cared for me and I couldn't hide this long enough from her .