I wake up early. Barely opening my eyes, I feel the soft morning light seeping through the curtains, painting the room in warm, golden hues. A glance at the alarm clock tells me it's only six in the morning. The room is silent, broken only by the steady breathing of those still asleep. Dima, my friend, is snoring peacefully on my bed, sprawled out as if it's his rightful place. When he showed up last night, we were already asleep, and his arrival went unnoticed.
Next to me, pressed close, sleeps my girlfriend — Katrin. Her breathing is so calm, so familiar, that I can't help but smile. Finally, she's mine again. This realization fills me with warmth, spreading through my body like a sunbeam breaking through the clouds. We've been through so much, made so many mistakes, but now it feels like everything has fallen into place.
Katrin is incredible. Not just beautiful or smart — she's unpredictable, like a spring breeze that one moment gently embraces you and the next suddenly changes direction. She surprises me every day: with an unexpected action, a strange but endearing habit, or sudden honesty that makes me realize just how lucky I am to have her. With her, boredom is impossible.
Yet, alongside this warmth and joy, a thought lingers in my mind: What now? A few days ago, something happened between us, leaving a faint unease. I want to pretend nothing's wrong, to just keep living as if everything's fine. But deep down, I know that's not the answer.
I turn toward Katrin. She lies on her back, her hair tousled across the pillow, lips slightly parted in serene sleep. She looks so tender, so vulnerable, that my heart clenches with affection. I want to hug her, pull her close, feel her warmth. But instead, I decide to play a little — to bridge the gap between us like we used to.
Slowly, careful not to wake her, I reach out and lightly brush her cheek. She doesn't stir, only scrunches her nose as if shooing a fly. I grin and continue my "experiments": tracing a finger along her arm, then her neck. Katrin shifts slightly, but her sleep is deep.
At that moment, something warm and joyful ignites inside me. This isn't just mischief — it's a need to reconnect, to bring back the ease and trust we once had. I want her to wake up smiling, to start her day with something good.
Gently lowering myself, I feel my heartbeat quicken, as if anticipating what's about to happen. My lips touch her skin, so soft and warm, and her slightly hitched-up top reveals her navel. I begin kissing it — slowly, tenderly, savoring every second. She's so sweet, so delicate, that I wish I could stay here forever, forget everything else, and just kiss her until my lips go numb.
My hand glides over her stomach, caressing it, and Katrin squirms — not fully awake yet but already responding to my touch. That means she'll open her eyes soon. I keep teasing, adding my tongue to the kisses, trailing it along her skin until goosebumps rise. Her body trembles faintly, her breathing grows louder, and the sounds she makes leave me feeling like the happiest man alive.
But suddenly, her eyes flutter open. Her gaze is still foggy with sleep, but a spark of understanding flashes within seconds. She smiles, and there's so much warmth in it that I feel myself melting.
"What are you up to?" Her voice is slightly husky from sleep — and from what I've been doing.
I just smile in response without saying a word. My hand finds one of her breasts, and I squeeze it, feeling it grow warm under my touch. Moving higher, I start kissing her neck, sensing her pulse quicken beneath my lips.
"Max..." Katrin moans breathlessly, her voice quiet but thick with emotion, making me pause for a second.
I stop my teasing and press my lips to her ear, whispering:
"Quiet, love. We're not at home — this is a dorm."
My words seem to sober her up slightly, but I don't let her recover, shifting to her favorite spot — the one I discovered last Monday — just behind her ear. My lips brush that sensitive point, and she clutches my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin as her breathing turns loud and uneven. She buries her face against me, trying to stifle the sounds fighting to escape.
But Katrin — as I call her — isn't about to surrender. Her hands begin roaming — over my shoulders, down my back, pulling me closer. She seems to forget about my injury, about how I've kept her from pressing too tightly against me. But her grip only tightens, her movements growing more insistent. She wants to be closer, and I feel it in every fiber of my being.
"Katrin," I whisper, trying to put some distance between us, but she only presses harder.
Her breath is hot, her body so close I nearly lose control. But I know I have to be careful. Not just because of my injury, but because we're not alone. Dima is asleep on the next bed, and though he could sleep through an earthquake, I don't want to risk it.
"Quiet," I murmur again, kissing the top of her head.
She sighs but smiles back. Her grip finally loosens, and I pull her against me, feeling her body relax.
I peel off her T-shirt, and the air between us grows charged, as if the room is crackling with electricity just waiting to erupt. Her skin, now bare before me, looks so soft, so perfect, I can't tear my eyes away. I move to caress her breasts but take my time with her bra — this hint of restraint, this last barrier, only fuels me more. Every time my fingers graze the edge of the fabric, her body shudders slightly, as if she, too, is waiting for me to finally remove it.
I'm not worried about my roommate seeing her. The blanket still draped over my back acts like a shield, hiding her from prying eyes. It creates the illusion of privacy, even though we both know better. But right now, it doesn't matter.
My girl stares up at me with hunger and impatience, her eyes burning like embers ready to ignite. She presses her left hand to her lips, muffling the moans threatening to spill out. If we are alone—if Dima isn't snoring on the other bed—I won't stop. I take this all the way, to our first time, to the moment we've both been waiting for. But we are in a dorm, and that comes with limits.
I tease her almost cruelly, giving only foreplay, knowing Katrin wants me just as much as I want her. The look in her eyes—pure need, pleading—says it all.
Leaning down, I pull her hand away from her face and pin it above her head. My lips find hers, and I kiss her with all the pent-up passion inside me. It's a kiss like fire, consuming everything in its path. She matches my intensity, her free hand tangling in my hair, holding me close as if afraid I'll pull away.
She is mine, and I am hers. We fit together perfectly again, like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match. This realization fills me with ecstasy—every fiber of my being sings with happiness.
Breaking away from her lips, I return to kissing her soft stomach, savoring every touch. My hand traces her side, caressing, exploring, before finding its way back to her breast. I could keep going forever, but Katrin tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs, demanding my lips on hers again.
They are slightly swollen from our relentless kissing, but that only makes them more intoxicating. I claim them once more, feeling her body respond to my every movement. We move like two dancers in perfect sync—every gesture, every gasp falling into place. Despite the limitations, despite not being alone, this is exactly what we need. This intimacy, this fire between us, matters more than anything else.
"Katrin..." I whisper against her lips.
"Max..." Her voice is quiet but thick with emotion.
We hold each other's gaze, and in her eyes, I see the same desire, the same hunger that burns in mine. We are together—that is all that matters.
I kiss her again, her body pressing into me. In this moment, the dorm, Dima, all the restrictions—none of it exists. There is only us, this feeling, this need to be closer. Because she is my Katrin, and I am her Max. My Rebel Girl, and I—her nerd.
But then, the unexpected happens…