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I have this overwhelming urge to touch her and split the short distance and hold her. I feel like a pussy needing to hold her, but fuck, I need her like my next breath.
I catch her smile in the mirror, my head falls and I press a kiss to the top of her head.
She starts giggling. “Let me pee in peace.” She pats me on the back dismissing me. I leave her alone in the bathroom taking one last look on the way out.
* * *
Meghan
* * *
I clean up as best as I can; his seed is running down my thighs. Holy shit, I can’t believe that I just had sex for the first time and with him.
My whole body is flushed, but there is no denying the happiness on my face. I push open the bathroom door to see Terror changing the sheets. The bright red spot on the center of the bed.
I suck in my bottom lip thinking of what we just did. I’m aching at the thought of how he filled me.
“I’m sorry, I could have done that.” I feel guilty that he had to change it.
“Darlin, if it’s left up to me, I would hang this up as a flag. This shows that you are mine and mine only.”
God, he is such a caveman, but I love it.
He walks over, taking my hand, and helps me onto the bed, then looks down between my legs. “Are you sore?” he asks me.
I want to tell him no, but that would be lying. “Just a tiny bit.”
He doesn’t like that fact; he was so gentle with me and took care of me. I reach out and take his hand. “You made my first time better than I ever dreamed, we both knew that I would be sore.”
His expression softens and he slips his hand from mine, turning it over so he can kiss the back of it.
“Be right back.” He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. I crawl underneath the sheets and pull the blanket over me, all the way up to my shoulders.
I rub my tired eyes, my body feeling relaxed. A minute later Terror comes out with a bottle of Tylenol. I hide my smile in the pillow, but I let him take care of me. I take the pills and drink the glass of water.
“Thank you.” I smile and hand him the empty glass, and he sets it on the table then climbs into the bed. “Scoot over, darlin.” He has me move closer to the wall with him close to the door.
He pulls me into his chest, tucking me close and the blanket surrounds us. There is a chill in the air when the heat isn’t on.
I yawn and set my hand on his stomach, my eyes drifting closed. “You are so warm,” I groan, placing my cool nose against his chest. He jolts at the touch, and I burst out laughing.
“You little shit,” he cusses, and I shake with laughter. His hand snakes under the blanket to lightly tap my ass.
I laugh harder and kiss his chest where my cool nose touched him. “Wait, did you truly mean it about the family stuff?” I need the reassurance and hoping it’s not being in the heat of the moment.
“One hundred percent,” he reassures me.
I don’t speak on it anymore; I scoot even closer to him, throwing my leg over one of his, practically lying on top of him.
Hours Later
* * *
Something wakes me from my sleep, and I look at Terror who’s already awake and looking toward the door.
It’s deadly silent in the bedroom, and Terror’s hand is tight on my back. He sits up in bed, pulling me with him.
I barely breathe, trying not to make a sound. That’s when I hear a creak from downstairs and then it sounds like someone is pressing on the door that leads to the stairs to my apartment.
