It was a typical Friday night. The kind that makes you wish you were still in college, drinking and partying with friends. The kind that makes you wish you had a boyfriend so you could go out and do stuff” instead of staying in and watching Netflix. I was sitting on my bed, scrolling through Instagram and trying to decide what to make for dinner when my phone rang.
I ignored it the first time, but the second ring brought me to answer it. I knew that ringtone. It was my roommate’s ringtone the bong bong bong of a text coming through. I sighed as I stepped off the bed and made my way to the living room. “What is it this time, Han?” I asked as I settled into the couch.”Hey, Claire! Where are you?”
“At home. Why?”
“I need your help with something.”
“I’m not your maid, Han. I don’t clean up after you and I don’t help you with your homework. Get your own roommate if you want someone to do that for you.””But I don’t want someone to do that for me,” Han said, “I want you to do that for me.”
“Again I thought you said you were done with me. Why do you need my help again?” Han looked at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. I rolled my eyes and said, “Fine. Come over here and sit next to me
.I need your help with something.”
“Okay. What is it this time?”
“I need you to come over and help me move some stuff.’ I can’t do it myself because I’m too big of a wuss. My back hurts just thinking about it.”
“You know I don’t like moving, Claire.
Han smiled sweetly at me as he took the seat next to me. He leaned back against the cushions and put his hands behind his head. “Because you love me, Claire. You always have and you always will. Even if you deny it, I know it deep down inside you. That move was for me and my well-being. Please, love me back
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zcx9hg/filtered_confessions