His Sexual Addiction

Chapter 58: You

"K-Kiro?" I hesitated, my voice shaky, we were inside his room. I still clutched the tray with his food, feeling the warmth of his hug even before I spoke again. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, as if we had been separated for years. "K-Kiro..." I managed to utter, my heart a mix of emotions. He held me close, his words washed over me like a gentle tide, revealing the turmoil of emotions he had experienced during our time apart. The weight of his regrets and fears became palpable, and I could sense the vulnerability in his voice. "I didn't know how to face you after everything that happened," he continued, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I was afraid that I had lost you forever." His heartfelt confession tugged at my heartstrings, and I felt my own emotions swirl in response. The pain he had endured during our separation mirrored my own, and I couldn't help but feel the depth of his love in that moment. "But now, I see that you're here, and it gives me hope," he said, his grip tightening slightly as if he never wanted to let me go. "I want to make things right, to prove to you that I'm not the person I was during those difficult times." "I thought you would never forgive me... I thought you wouldn't talk to me again, I thought I would never see you again. Even though we were in the same house, I believed we would never be close again," he explained while still holding me close. His embrace conveyed the depth of his feelings, and I felt a whirlwind of emotions enveloping us both. "Hmmm," was all I could muster in response. I gently stepped back from his hug and faced him directly. "It's time for you to eat, please eat," I reminded him, attempting to divert the conversation. I turned to leave, but he held onto my arm. "L-Lyka..." His voice was filled with regret and longing. I had decided to talk to him, but I felt lost in where and how to begin. Maybe leaving would be easier? However, avoiding the problem wouldn't solve anything. "L-Lyka, I thought you were ready to talk to me? You were the one who brought my food to me..." he

said, sounding disappointed. I swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. Forgiveness was what I wanted, even though I knew it wasn't entirely his fault; it was his illness. It hurt to know that he still remembered his ex and that he still confused me with her. "I'm really sorry, Lyka.... I know you understand that I wouldn't have done those things if I were in my right mind, right? It was all my fault, and I didn't mean any of it," he said, taking my hands in his as he spoke. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, his regret palpable. It tugged at my heart, and despite the pain, I knew that forgiveness was the only way to heal our wounded hearts. I took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Kiro, I know you didn't mean it. I'm trying to understand, but it's hard for me too. I needed the time to process everything," I replied, my voice soft yet resolute. His grip on my hands tightened, and he nodded with understanding. "I'll give you the time you need, Lyka. Just know that I'm here, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right," he assured me, his sincerity shining through. He looked at me with a serious expression, conveying that he meant every word he was saying. I nodded in response, not revealing my thoughts about the possibility of being pregnant as it had not been confirmed yet. I decided to wait until I had solid information before sharing it with him. "Eat up," I commanded him, to which he replied with a smile, "Come with me." I felt a shiver run down my spine at his suggestion, but I reminded him, "Get dressed first," causing him to laugh. "Okay, wait for me here." He headed towards the bathroom, leaving me alone in his room. As I glanced around, I noticed a stand displaying pictures of him from childhood to adulthood. He looked angelic in each photograph. My mind drifted back to the past, remembering the impact of his illness on him, and I quickly pushed those memories aside, not wanting them to overshadow the present. My focus returned to the rectangular box that had been a mystery to me since he mentioned it before. He had promised to show me its contents, but until now, I had no idea what it held inside. As I was lost in my thoughts, I felt him behind me, and he called my name. "Lyka..." he said, and IText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

turned to face him while still fixated on the box. "Do you want to see the contents of that box?" he asked, to which I eagerly nodded, my curiosity piqued. He hugged me from behind and whispered, "I hope you won't change your mind about me when you find out what's inside. Let's open it and reveal the contents on my birthday," he said, surprising me with the mention of his birthday. I hadn't known when it was. I stared at him in awe, wondering when his birthday was. He chuckled, seeming to enjoy my bewilderment. "Don't worry, it's just a few weeks away," he assured me. As we stood there, I felt a mixture of excitement and anticipation. I couldn't help but wonder what could be inside the box that held such significance to him. The thought of discovering its contents on his birthday filled me with curiosity and joy. "When is your birthday?" I asked, feeling a pang of guilt at not knowing such a significant date for my loved one. "It's Wednesday," he replied with a smile. "You mean to say this Wednesday?!" I gasped in shock, realizing that his birthday was coming up so soon. Today was Monday, and tomorrow would be Tuesday! "Why do you look so shocked?" he asked, curious about my reaction. "Because I didn't know you were going to have a birthday! I didn't even know when you were born until you just mentioned it!" I scolded myself inwardly, feeling unprepared. What gift could I possibly give someone who seemed to have everything? They were so wealthy, and I couldn't afford to buy lavish presents. "It's okay. We're starting fresh with our relationship, right? We had a rough start, and I want to forget about those. If we're starting again, then let's take the time to get to know each other better, okay?" he explained, his words comforting me. I smiled, touched by his understanding and willingness to begin anew. I hadn't expected him to have a plan for us, but his thoughtfulness warmed my heart. "That's a good idea!" I replied, my smile genuine. I appreciated his understanding and was grateful for the chance

to deepen our bond. Yet, my mood soon shifted when I remembered that his birthday was approaching, and I hadn't prepared any gifts for him. I couldn't help but worry about what I could give someone who seemed to have everything already. "E-eat, Kiro," I ordered, trying to shift my focus away from my concerns. He obediently started eating, and he even made sure I was comfortable in my chair, asking if I had finished eating or if I wanted more. Though he insisted, I declined, not wanting to impose on him any further. As he ate, my mind couldn't help but race, contemplating possible gift ideas. I wanted to give him something meaningful, something that showed my love and appreciation. It wasn't about the extravagance, but rather the thought and effort put into it. I racked my brain for gift ideas, I considered various options, but everything seemed inadequate for someone who appeared to have everything. Clothes, watches, shoes – he had them in abundance. The realization left me feeling breathless, as if I had run out of options. "What are you thinking?" His voice brought me back to reality, and I realized he was standing right in front of me. I felt a pang of sadness and regret wash over me as I gazed at him. "What can I give you for your birthday? It seems like you already have everything!" I expressed my frustration with a frown. "Do you know the one thing I don't have?" he asked, taking another bite of his meal. "What?" I inquired eagerly, hoping for a glimmer of inspiration to strike. "Nothing," he replied, and for a moment, I thought he was being serious. My disappointment grew – nothing, as in no gift idea for him? But then he continued, "Nothing is without you! You are what I truly desire." I was taken aback by his words, my heart fluttering with surprise. "What?" I asked, needing him to clarify his statement. "If you are thinking of a birthday gift, do not think of a thing…think of a person, instead. You, I want you as my birthday gift," he said with a smile, his eyes filled with affection.