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“Wha?”
“Girl, you need to wake that lazy butt up and get going. I’m going to be in trouble already for letting you sleep so long!” Hannah huffs. She’s been covering for me more and more lately. I don’t want to tell Matthew that I stopped taking the medicine. What happened last week scared me, and I don’t ever want something like that to happen again.
My emotions might be on a rollercoaster again, but at least I can feel them. I will take the highs and lows over numbness any day.
“Ugh, I’m up,” I whine.
I haven’t been going with Matthew to the club like I used to. I think he just assumes that I don’t feel up to it. Which is only half true. The other part of the reason is that I don’t want to risk Matthew figuring out that I’m no longer taking my medicine.
Since I’m no longer going to the club, Hannah is on babysitting duty. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t tattled on me for spending more and more time in bed. The only reason the guys don’t know is because I get up every morning and pretend that everything is normal. I make breakfast and chat with Matthew and Slade. I take a shower, then kiss Matthew good-bye before sending him off to work. Once they are gone, I crawl back into bed, exhausted from putting on a show.
Acting normal is exhausting.
I know part of the reason I’m so tired all the time is from withdrawals. You’re not supposed to stop taking the kind of medications they had me on cold turkey. Hopefully, once they are completely out of my system, it’ll be easier to pretend to be normal.
It’s only been a few days since I stopped taking the new meds that Dr. Martinez prescribed, and other than the overwhelming exhaustion, I’m feeling more myself every day.
“I’m going to take a quick shower.”
Hannah rolls her eyes and disappears into the closet to pick out my clothes. Matthew wants to take me out tonight, and since she thinks I’m utterly hopeless when it comes to dressing myself, she’s appointed herself my personal stylist.
The shower helps wake me up. I wrap myself in a towel and start the tedious task of brushing out my hair. Before I can attack it too hard, Hannah comes in and snatches the brush and blow dryer from my hands.
“Sit,” she commands. I don’t even try to argue. She likes fiddling with my hair and makeup, and I hate doing it, so it works out for both of us. She gets a real-life doll to primp and dress, and my hair and makeup look a trillion times better than I’d ever do.
Once my hair has been brushed and dried to a shining curtain around my shoulders, Hannah shows me the dress she picked. It’s the black one with the open back. Once I’m dressed, I can’t help but admire myself in the mirror. I look like a totally different person.
“You look phenomenal, love,” Matthew says.
I catch his eyes in the mirror and blush at the hungry way his eyes are eating me up. I moan as he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses the side of my neck. He’s been so careful with me that I’m surprised when he doesn’t stop kissing me. Matthew turns my face to his, then takes my lips in a passionate kiss.
My body sparks to life as his tongue dances with mine. I turn in his arms and moan when my nipples rub against his chest. The dress is thin and offers zero protection from the delicious torture. Matthew kisses me harder, taking control. For the first time in weeks, I feel alive.
He ends the kiss, and I whimper, wanting more.
“We’ve got a reservation, sweetheart.”
I pout at him. “I’d rather stay home and kiss some more.”
Matthew chuckles and playfully swats my ass. “It would be a crime to keep you to myself when you look good enough to eat.” I roll my eyes. “You don’t believe me?”
“Matty, I’m nothing special. I’m just me.”
He scoffs then whirls me around so I’m facing the mirror again. “Look at yourself, Rosie. You’re perfection from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.”
I do as he says and look at myself, trying to see what he sees, but I can’t. I look like an imposter in these clothes. Like a little girl playing dress-up in mommy’s finest. My gaze turns to Matthew. He’s smiling and happy. He no longer looks like he’s carrying the whole world on his shoulders. Guilt bubbles up inside me. I know one of the reasons he’s so happy is that he thinks the new medications are working.
Matthew trails kisses up and down the side of my neck, distracting me from my morose thoughts. “You taste so fucking sweet.” He licks and nips until my pussy is wet and needy. “So addicting,” he groans. “One taste is never enough.”
I tilt my head, encouraging his seductive assault. God, it feels so damn good. I feel like I’ve been starving all my life for his touch. It both destroys and rejuvenates. I moan when Matthew starts lifting the hem of my dress. He pulls another moan from my lips when his fingers slip into my panties.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart.”
“Yessss…” I hiss.
“Open your eyes, Rosie. Watch. See what I see every time I look at you,” Matthew commands, and I’m powerless to deny him.
I do exactly what he says. I open my eyes and watch his big hand hidden beneath my skimpy lace panties as he rubs tight circles around my sensitive clit. His other hand dances over my stomach and up to cup one of my breasts. My head falls back on his shoulder as I rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure I know only he can give.
