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“I used to be sure you’d neverhurt me either, at least not on purpose. Then I kissed you and yourejected me, and that should’ve been a clue to stay away from you.But I decided it was my fault, that I shouldn’t have initiatedsomething you didn’t want.”
“But I did,” I protest.
“Still, my instinct was correct.You are not safe because you don’t know what you want and you don’tgo for the things you want, maybe because you don’t think youdeserve them. But I didn’t listen to my instinct and then you blewus up.
“I let myself feel things for you,things I’ve never felt before. We were together in every sense ofthe word. We slept together every night, spent every free momenttogether. How could I think we were not together? What kind ofperson do you think I am?”
“But I am not like that, Roxie. Ineed the words.”
“It’s hard for me to getvulnerable. I don’t have relationship talks,” she says. “But Iwould’ve if you had brought it up. I would’ve given you thewords.”
A weighty silence descends upon usin the darkness.
“Roxie, please tell me how to fixthis. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“I don’t know. I don’t trust youanymore not to hurt me.”
I stroke her hair as her nose istucked between my neck and shoulder.
“I love how you smell,” she saysas she breathes in, deep and slow.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.“Please let me fix this. Please.”
“I don’t know how.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Roxie
When I open my eyes, I realizeI’ve slept on Chris’s arm. He’s behind me, in a spooning position,his top arm casually thrown over my waist.
“Hey,” he says. “You’reawake.”
“Hi there.”
“It stopped snowing,” he says.“We’ll get back to the cats, no problem.”
“Mhm.”
His breath is hot on my neck.We’re not too close together, but I feel his dick is hard andlightly touching my backside, not pressing against it. Chrisdoesn’t move—he’s making a point of not moving. He’s waitingfor me to decide what happens.
Fuck. I miss this. I wantthis.
I push my ass into his crotch androll my hips in invitation. He responds with a moan, and moves hishand down my stomach, in between my legs. Yes. I rock myhips, grinding against his fingers and the base of his cock.
He brings the other arm, the oneon which I’ve been lying, around my neck, down my chest and grabsmy breast. He kneads in the same rhythm in which my pelvis moves,and he pinches my nipple every so often between his index andmiddle finger.
He holds me close, very close,placing small kisses along my earlobe and neck.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper.
“Me, too. So fucking much.”
“Help me get my panties off.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.He kicks off the cover, and then his hand moves from between mylegs to my hip. He slides the fabric over my ass and down the legs,as I wiggle, trying to help.
I reach behind myself and strokehis cock through his boxers. He makes a guttural sound and pressesme closer.
