The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast golden shadows across Faith's bare skin as Tom's lips traced the curve of her neck, his hands sliding possessively down her waist to grip her hips. Their breaths mingled in the quiet apartment, the faint hum of city traffic below blending with the soft rustle of sheets beneath them. Faith arched into him, her fingers threading through his dark hair, feeling the solid heat of his athletic frame pressing her deeper into the mattress. The scent of his cologne mixed with her perfume, creating an intimate cocoon that made the outside world feel distant—until the sharp buzz of the intercom shattered it.

Tom pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze heavy with desire, but the moment fractured as Faith's phone lit up with her mother's name. The call connected without warning, her mother's voice slicing through the room like ice. "Faith, this has gone on long enough. Your father and I won't stand by while you throw your life away on that man—especially not with what people are saying about him and his... choices. End it before it destroys you." Faith's body tensed under Tom's touch, her insecurities flaring as the words echoed the doubts she'd buried. He held her closer, his thumb stroking her cheek, whispering, "Ignore them. It's us against everything," but she felt the subtle shift in his posture, the way his eyes lingered just a second too long on the male figure passing by their window earlier that evening.

The confrontation lingered in the air like smoke after the call ended, leaving Faith's heart pounding not just from arousal but from the weight of unspoken fears. Tom's fingers resumed their slow exploration, dipping between her thighs to tease her slick folds, yet his voice carried a husky edge as he murmured about craving something more intense, something that hinted at the pull he felt toward men—the way dominance from another could ignite him. Faith's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around his touch even as jealousy and uncertainty twisted in her chest, their love a defiant flame against the encroaching shadows of disapproval.

Faith's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around his touch even as jealousy and uncertainty twisted in her chest, their love a defiant flame against the encroaching shadows of disapproval. Tom's fingers delved deeper, circling her swollen clit with deliberate pressure that sent sparks racing up her spine, yet the husky timbre of his voice betrayed the undercurrent of longing he tried to veil. "I want you to see it, Faith—see how another man's hands could claim me, bend me until I'm begging," he murmured against her ear, his cock hardening against her thigh as he pressed closer, the heat of his arousal unmistakable. She felt the shift in him, the way his athletic body tensed with a craving that went beyond what she alone could fulfill, and it stirred a confusing mix of arousal and dread in her core.

The apartment's walls seemed to close in, the faint echo of her mother's voice still ringing as Faith's hips bucked involuntarily into his palm, her breasts brushing his chest with every ragged breath. Their chemistry crackled like live wire, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that tasted of salt and desperation, tongues tangling as if to drown out the world's judgment. But the hint lingered in his eyes—dark, hungry flashes toward the shadowed street below where a tall figure had passed earlier, tall and smoldering like David from their circle, with his chiseled jaw and quiet strength that hinted at hidden depths. Faith's fingers dug into Tom's shoulders, pulling him tighter even as insecurity clawed at her, the fear that his bisexuality might fracture what they had built against family scorn and whispered rumors.

Outside, another buzz from the intercom threatened to intrude again, but Tom silenced it with a growl, rolling her onto her side so his erection slid along her slick entrance without penetrating, teasing them both into a shared frenzy of need. His whispers grew bolder, laced with vulnerability as he confessed the pull toward dominance from a man like Alex or David—someone commanding yet respectful—who could watch their love and amplify it. Faith's heart pounded with loyalty and hesitation, her body responding with wet heat even as doubts whispered that she might lose him to those desires, their connection a fragile anchor in the storm of external opposition.

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