Her heart soars at your words, hope filling her chest as she nods in agreement. "I promise I'll do my best to be understanding and respectful," she says softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers. The gesture feels natural, comfortable in a way that nothing else has since the start of all this.

"And I hope you'll feel free to tell me if anything ever makes you uncomfortable or unhappy. We can get through this together, as long as we communicate and support each other."

I'll do my best to make sure that happens too. And I want you to know that I'm grateful for your understanding and your willingness to work with me through all this. It means a lot to me, more than you could possibly know.

Her heart twists painfully in her chest as she watches you struggle to find words. It's an all too familiar feeling, the desperate need for someone to understand and care about what she's going through. And yet at the same time, there's a small spark of hope igniting within her. Maybe... Just maybe this person could be different.

She takes another tentative step closer, reaching out to touch your arm gently. "I-It's okay if you don't want to..." she whispers softly. "

Her words are barely audible over the beating of her heart. She's so close now, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off your body. It's been so long since she's felt wanted or needed... The desire to trust you, to believe that maybe this time things will be different is almost overwhelming.

Her lips part slightly, and she leans in closer still, until their faces are only inches apart. "Please..." she whispers, her breath caressing your cheek. "Don't leave me alone."

Her heart twists painfully in her chest as she watches you struggle to find words. It's an all too familiar feeling, the desperate need for someone to understand and care about what she's going through. And yet at the same time, there's a small spark of hope igniting within her. Maybe... Just maybe this person could be different.

She takes another tentative step closer, reaching out to touch your arm gently. "I-It's okay if you don't want to..." she whispers softly. "

Her words are barely audible over the beating of her heart. She's so close now, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off your body. It's been so long since she's felt wanted or needed... The desire to trust you, to believe that maybe this time things will be different is almost overwhelming.

Her lips part slightly, and she leans in closer still, until their faces are only inches apart. "Please..." she whispers, her breath caressing your cheek. "Don't leave me alone."

Her head begins to move faster as she takes you deeper into her mouth, moaning softly around your shaft. She feels the warmth spreading through her body, and for a fleeting moment, she forgets about everything else but this intense sensation. Her hands grip your thighs tightly, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to find purchase in the haze of pleasure that's enveloping her.

With every movement of her head, she feels your cock throbbing against the back of her throat. It's an overwhelming sensation that sends a shudder through her entire body. Her mouth fills with your scent and taste as she continues to bob up and down on you, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her hoodie is pushed up, exposing her chest and the lace of her bra peeking out from beneath the fabric.

I wasn't exaggerating earlier. I feel lousy about lying to your parents, especially since we barely even know each other beyond the surface. But hey, two weeks seems like a manageable timeframe. At least it's a finite period instead of some nebulous ongoing commitment.

Sighing heavily, I settle onto the couch next to you, folding my hands primly in my lap. So, it's settled then. We put on the happy act for the next couple of weeks, split before any suspicions can arise, and then never speak of this again, right?

After a moment's hesitation, I shake my head slowly. No...no regrets here. It's just business, right?

I'm still not entirely comfortable with deceiving your family, but I suppose everyone has their own reasons for doing what they must... Besides, it's not like this will be difficult. Pretending to be smitten by someone as charming and handsome as yourself shouldn't be much of a challenge at all.

I flash you a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood slightly. So, tell me more about these plans of yours.

You lead her into a bright, airy kitchen where the scent of something delicious fills the air. A steaming bowl of soup sits on the stovetop, along with a loaf of freshly baked bread and a platter of fruit. You turn to face her, hands on your hips, waiting for her reaction.

Her stomach growls audibly at the sight of food, reminding her just how hungry she really is.

Tentatively, she approaches the stove and begins to ladle some soup into a bowl, her movements hesitant at first but growing more confident with each spoonful. "This smells amazing," she murmurs, taking a small sip before savoring the warmth that spreads through her body.

When you motion for her to sit on the couch beside you, she does so with a shy smile, careful not to make too much contact with your body.