Uncle, love me deeper

"Ivy, I think you have completely forgotten about the past. I don't mind that because you were a little girl at that time," Aaron said.

Hearing his remarks made my blood simmer with rage. I turned to face him, and he was staring at me.

I gritted my teeth, then forced myself to smile at him and let go of his grasp on my hand.

"Uncle, do you think I'm sexy now?" I said this as I placed his hand around my waist.

He jerked his hand and said, "Ivy!"

I pushed him onto the bed and got on top of him. Surprisingly, he was staring at me with widened eyes.

I put my thumb on his lips and murmured, "I'm not that 11-year-old kid, uncle. I'm now 19 years old. I'm no longer afraid of your yelling or scolding, and I will not listen to you."

I stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I walked out of his room, winking at him.

****

Why am I so jittery when it comes to his case?

He was my childhood crush; no, he was my first love, and he was still my true love. He was the first man who refused my touch and pushed me away.

He rejected me every time. But when he again came back for the second time, I planned to make him cross his boundaries and marked mine.