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“I could never get sick of you, Sly,” she mumbled into the crook of my neck. “But I need you to prove to me that you meant every word you just said. Prove it to me, Sly.”
I knew what she meant. Caia didn’t want to take my word for it. Instead, she wanted me to show her.
I turned my head and pressed kisses to her neck, moving my hands along her hips and waist, before wrapping one arm around her and making her lie down on her back.
I moved over her, unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down my hips with my boxers. With one hand, I pushed up her dress to reveal her naked pussy underneath. Earlier this morning after we took a shower, she didn’t go back to her room to get fresh underwear. She simply slipped on her dress and went on with her day. My naughty girl.
I was pleased to find she was already wet between her thighs, and I slid my fingers through her slit, wetting them, before pushing them into her pussy.
She moaned, and I muffled her sound with my mouth, kissing her passionately. Her back arched as I fingerfucked her tight cunt, and I got impatient with every moan she let out.
Pulling out my fingers, I also broke the kiss to look at her. I held my fingers to her lips, sliding them across them before pushing them into her mouth to let her get a taste. “Me making you this wet should be proof enough. You know I love you. You just have to let me.”
Her eyes were on mine as she sucked her juices off my fingers, and when I pulled them back out, she said, “I need more than just your fingers inside of me.”
I laughed and reached down to rub my hardness. “You’ll get my dick, don’t worry, baby.” I pressed the tip against her clit, teasing her before sliding into her skillfully. I had learned by now that Caia’s body took me in without hesitation.
I once heard that women’s bodies could physically reject a man’s without even thinking about it. But with the ease I slid into her every time I fucked her, I doubted she unintentionally ever tried to reject me.
“You’re mine,” I grunted with a hard thrust of my hips. “Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”
She tilted her head back as pleasure washed over her. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
I moved my hips faster, slamming into her repeatedly. “Fuck, yes, I am. You better remember that.”
I confessed my love to her in front of Dad, and I knew soon enough Mom would know about it too. I couldn’t be sure about her reaction, but nothing she could say or do would change this love Caia and I had.
I never thought much about life and how it gave us things, but also took from us without a warning or mercy. I wasn’t sure if I believed in destiny, and that things happened for a reason. But if that were the case, I sure as fuck hoped that whatever the reason for Wavel’s death was, that she was happy wherever she disappeared to.
I would miss and think of Wavel forever, but it was Caia I was with now, and I would do anything in my power to never let anything happen to her.
To us.
Epilogue
CAIA
It took our parents exactly two weeks before they asked us to sit down for tea with them. In that time they didn’t talk to us, we lived in this house as if we had a schedule. Sly and I only went downstairs to eat when Mom and Dad weren’t there, and we only ever went to the library when we were certain that they were upstairs.
Sly and I went out more. He took me on dates to restaurants and to the movies, and whenever we went out, the world around us disappeared. It was only him and I, and anyone else didn’t matter. We had become an actual couple. We held hands and kissed in public, and it was my favorite thing when he put his arm around my shoulders while walking around town.
We talked about going on trips. Now that Mom had stopped teaching me, and graduating high school didn’t seem to matter anymore, Sly and I had time to do things we never got to do. He promised he would take me on a trip soon, which made me super excited.
I sat next to Sly on the living room couch, watching our parents sit uncomfortably opposite of us. Mom had made tea and cookies, but they were untouched. I wasn’t hungry anyway. I needed to be hungry for later. Sly was taking me out on another date.
My hand was in Sly’s lap with our fingers interlocked. He rarely let go of me. Even at night, his arms were around me constantly, and when we were in the car, his hand was always on my thigh. I kept mocking him, telling him how obsessed he was with me, and he always agreed.
“So?” he asked, raising a brow at our parents. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”
Dad cleared his throat and moved his gaze from us to Mom, giving her a tight smile. “Alanis…” he said, wanting her to be the one to speak.
Mom couldn’t look at us. She was avoiding us, just like she had been for the past two weeks. But she had to look at us. I couldn’t have a conversation with her if she didn’t look at me.
She finally lifted her gaze and looked at us. She looked unsure, but most of all, she looked disgusted. “So…this thing between you two..." she stopped, trying to find the right words. “Is it serious or are you just doing this to punish us?”
“Why would we want to punish you?” I asked, sincerely.
“Because.” Mom looked at me, trying not to grimace. “We’ve never given you the attention we gave Wavel.”
