Ro stables me, a smirk still on his lips as he nods his head and leaves me leaning against the wall, staring after him.
What the fuck?
?
RO
Giving her hip one squeeze before I push the door to the shower open, step out, and drying myself off. As I walk out of the bathroom, I catch a glimpse in the mirror of her watching me the entire time I walk out. Her eyes still heaving with need. As if the little bit isn’t enough to quench her.
The bed shifts as she gets in next to me. My cock throbs from earlier and I try and talk myself out of any lingering heat from our exchange, but it doesn’t do any good.
“Ro.” She whispers behind me, her voice still shaky from the shower, and I sigh before I roll over. “It’s not that.”
“What?”
“I mean, yes in that moment, it was, but also, it wasn’t.”
“I have no idea what you’re trying to say.”
She sighs out loudly. “I didn’t just want you to fuck me because I didn’t want to deal with those feelings.” I look at her confused now. “Fuck…” She gasps before she sits up. “It’s complicated.”
“Then explain.”
“My head is all fucked up. And I feel as if this,” she motions between us, “and what I had with him, is connected.”
“Sadie… he’s…” I can’t bring myself to say it because I know just how broken up, she still is about it.
“I know, he’s dead.” She whispers. “I dream about him all the time.” That makes sense. “And well… last night, something different happened in my dreams.” I can’t help the cocky expression that I’m sure falls onto my face because I have a feeling that she’s going to admit to me that I was right with my assumption. “I fucking hate you.” She laughs out.
“And what was this dream about?” I prod her, humor lining my voice.
“That’s not important.” She mumbles.
“Oh, I think it’s very important.” I laugh out before I poke her side and she jumps.
“There’s just more to it than you know.”
“Then tell me.”
“I have issues with my walls, as well.” She looks back at me and I nod my head.
“I understand. I won’t push, when you’re ready, we can talk.” I pull her back down to me and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in close. “I knew you were having a sex dream.” I mumble into her ear as she laughs slightly.
“Shut the fuck up.” She stills in my arms. It should scare me that I feel so at ease with her, with my arms wrapped up around her, but I’m not. It should worry me that she acted like that tonight in the desert and I’m so quick to just forgive and move past it. But I don’t want to. “Tomorrow” She whispers after a while of us lying in the dark, and I’m surprised that she isn’t already asleep.
“What?”
“Tomorrow…” She trails again. “I want to tell you, everything. So, tomorrow I want to go to my parents’ house.” I nod my head.
“Okay, you can use the car. Just don’t get high.”
I don’t need light to know that she cut her eyes at me. “I want you to go with me.”
“What?” I pull away and look down at her.
“I need to reach out to them. It’s been months since, and well…” She trails. “Shit. You’ll probably hate me afterwards, but I want to be honest with you. I need you to know everything.”
“I think you’ve made it apparent that you can’t do anything for me to hate you.”
