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A Secret Tryst Behind Closed Doors
I find myself sitting here, alone in my room with the events of last night playing over and over in my mind. The passion, the desire, the forbidden pleasure we shared behind closed doors... it was something I never expected from myself or from him. Asta, that silly little fool who always manages to get under my skin.
An Unexpected Connection
From the moment I laid eyes on Asta, there was an undeniable connection between us. Despite his lack of magic and his boisterous personality, he managed to break through the walls I had built around me as a noblewoman. It frustrated me how easily he could disarm me with just a few words or a simple gesture.
But beneath all that frustration was another feeling - one that I refused to acknowledge for so long. It scared me because it meant vulnerability; it meant letting someone see past my royal facade and into who Noelle Sillva truly was.
Denial Disguised as Cruelty
To protect myself from this newfound vulnerability, I turned to cruelty instead. Mocking him with insults like "Bakasta" became second nature to hide what lay beneath - affection disguised as disdain.
But deep down inside these feelings were real; they couldn't be denied any longer no matter how hard I tried fighting against them.
Behind Closed Doors
Last night changed everything.
As fate would have it, Asta found himself standing outside my door after yet another heated argument between us during our mission with Black Bull squad members earlier in the day.
There stood before me a boy filled with determination and unwavering loyalty towards his comrades – qualities admirable indeed but infuriating at times too.
It started innocently enough – exchanging sharp words followed by passionate glances until finally giving way into something more intimate…something I never thought myself capable of.
Forbidden Pleasures
Behind closed doors, all pretenses were stripped away. The fiery exchanges were replaced with tender touches and stolen kisses that left me breathless. It was as if time stood still in those moments, and the world outside ceased to exist.
In his arms, I found solace from the pressures of my noble upbringing – a brief respite from the burden placed upon my shoulders.
The pleasure we shared was intoxicating; it awakened desires within me that I didn't even know existed. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony – each touch electrifying and sending shockwaves through every inch of my being.
Embracing Vulnerability
As our tryst continued into the night, walls crumbled around us - not just mine but Asta's too. In each other's embrace, we discovered a side to ourselves that had long been suppressed by societal expectations.
It wasn't just about physical intimacy; it was about two souls connecting on a level deeper than words could ever express.
And for once in my life, vulnerability didn't scare me anymore because with Asta by my side behind closed doors… everything felt right... everything felt real.
Conclusion:
Writing this journal entry brings forth emotions both exhilarating yet terrifying at the same time. No one must ever discover what transpired between Asta and myself during those forbidden nights behind closed doors.
Our secret tryst is ours alone - a memory forever etched into our hearts while locked away within these pages...