HBWnovel Chapter 75 Deborah
Chapter 75 Deborah
The shopping trip had been more exhausting than Buji has anticipated. Thanks to Deborah, not only had she taken him to the best stores in the area, her car was there to serve as conveyance. If not, what could he had done with all the loads.
By the time they returned to his apartment, their arms were laden with bags of clothes, kitchenwares, and a few decorative items, just as Buji had planned.
Even in the midst of all they had gone through that day, Deborah still seemed as energetic as ever. Or maybe she was putting it up. Buji couldn't help but admire her, though he was more than ready to collapse onto his new couch.
But now his mind got to observe Deborah closely, he could see her beauty and business, even her good shape.
"I'm grateful for your help today," Buji said as he dropped the bags onto the floor of the living room. He stretched his arms, feeling the ache in his muscles. "I don't think I could have done this on my own."
Deborah smiled, placing her own bags carefully by the door. "It was my pleasure. I told you, I know all the best spots. Besides, it's not everyday I get to help someone. If I do, then there must be a reason."
'A reason?' Buji's mind snapped, but he didn't want to think much about it. So, he let it slip.
He nodded afterwards, glancing around the room. The place still felt bare, but the bags that were full of new belongings will give it a sense of potential soon. He could already imagine where he'd put the new curtains, the framed artwork, and the small potted plant he'd bought on a whim.
"Well, I think I'm done for the day," Buji said, sinking onto the couch. "I just need to rest for a bit."
Deborah tilted her head, concentrating her gaze on Buji. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
Buji blinked, realizing she was right. In the whirlwind of shopping, he'd completely forgotten about food. His stomach growled in agreement, and he chuckled sheepishly. "Guess not."
"I'll make you something," Deborah offered, already heading toward the kitchen. "It's the least I can do after dragging you around all day."
Buji raised a hand to protest, but she was already rummaging through the bags of kitchenware. He watched as she pulled out a frying pan, a set of utensils, and a few ingredients they'd picked up at the grocery store.
"You don't have to do that," Buji said, though his voice lacked conviction. The thought of a home-cooked meal was too tempting to refuse. He wasn't the type to eat outside often. "I mean, it's late already."
"Nonsense," Deborah replied with a light tone. "You're exhausted, and I'm not about to let you starve. Just sit back and relax. I'll take care of everything. Besides, I can easily get back home since my house is not far from here, and I have a car too."
Buji hesitated for a moment before giving in. "Alright, but don't go to too much trouble."
Deborah nodded, her eyes not willing to leave his face. "I can imagine. It must be nice to have your own space, away from prying eyes."
Buji glanced at her, sensing the underlying meaning in her words. "Yeah, it is."
Deborah leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a softer tone. "You know, it's important to have someone to share that space with. Someone you can trust."
Buji shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. "Uhm, I guess so."
Deborah's hand brushed against his as she reached for her glass of water. She didn't pull away immediately. She let her fingers linger against his for a moment longer than necessary.
"Buji," she said with barely a voice above a whisper, "I know we've only just met, but I feel like there's something between us. Don't you feel it too?"
Buji's heart raced, his mind struggling to process her words. He had noticed the way she looked at him, the subtle touches and lingering glances, but he hadn't expected her to be as direct as she is right now.
Besides, he didn't feel anything at all. Just the normal gratitude for receiving help from someone was all he wished to grant her this moment.
"Deborah, I..." he began, but she cut him off.
"You don't have to say anything," she said, her eyes locking onto his. "Just let me show you."
Before Buji could react, Deborah closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against his in a soft, tentative kiss.
For a moment, Buji froze. His mind struggling through conflicting emotions. And as the kiss deepened, he found himself responding, his hands moving to her waist as he pulled her closer.
The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment. Deborah's plan had worked, and she could feel the walls around Buji's heart beginning to crumble.
Purposefully, Deborah pushed her self away from Buji, bringing the kiss to a halt. She knew what she was doing, she wanted to know if Buji will be persistent for it. In that case, she will win, cause Buji will surely fall in to it. Deborah smiled with her shining eyes that clearly depicted triumph.
"I knew you felt it too," she whispered with a voice filled with satisfaction.
Buji didn't respond, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. But as Deborah leaned in for another kiss, he knew there was no turning back. She has triggered his prick, and he might be satisfying that.
He pulled her closer, grabbing her by the waist as they began to enjoy the moment.