When we get home,I immediately plop onto the couch, face-first.
I’ve felt way too many emotions today, and I’m exhausted. I’m convinced that’s why I went numb at the club. My brain had finally given up. Now it was my body’s turn.
I hear ice rattling in glasses before I feel Fia sit down on the couch next to my hips. I turn onto my side and curl up into her.
“Can we watch Eurovision?” My ultimate comfort show.
“Sure.” Fia fiddles with the remote until it starts playing. “Here. Drink.”
I sit up and take the glass from her. “Water? Boooooo.”
I try to hand it back to her, but she pushes it to my lips and tips the glass from the bottom.
I open my mouth and take a few gulps before handing it back to her.
“Want to talk about why you were sad girl at the club?”
“No.”
I can hear her sigh as she sets our glasses down on the table.
"Actually..." I sit up and slip one leg over Fia's lap, pressing her back into the couch. "I have something else in mind that might cheer me up."
"Oh yeah? And is that the best way to deal with your emotions?"
"What are you, my therapist?"
"Feels like it sometimes." She runs her hand up my bare leg, and it settles on the curve of my ass.
"Well, can you be my sex therapist tonight?"
"If that's what you need, I think we could figure something out." Her hand gives my ass a little squeeze, and I slide the rest of the way onto her lap, straddling her.
I brush her curls out of her face so I can see her gorgeous eyes and glowing tanned skin. God, she’s beautiful. I don’t tell her that enough.
“You know you’re a 10, right?”
“Mhm,” she mumbles as she kisses across my collarbone and up my neck.
A wave of bliss crashes over me. Now that’s an emotion I actuallywantto feel right now. My skin pebbles at her touch, something that doesn’t happen often. I mean, the last time someone made me feel like this was….
Fuck.
Fia stops kissing my neck. “What?”
Shit. Did I say that out loud? “Nothing. Don’t stop.”
Kass. It was he who last made me feel like this. I hate that. I hate that with Fia touching me, all I can think about is Kass and the three of us together.
“I need you to make me forget.” I grind my hips against her and create the friction I desperately need.
She pulls my top down to expose my nipple and runs her tongue over it. “Forget what?”
“Not what…Who.”
She takes the other one into her mouth, and I let out a soft moan instead of answering her stupid question.
“Got it.” She pulls my face to hers, and I’m swept into astorm of Fia’s tongue and her soft lips. She pulls away for one brief moment to say, “Bedroom. Now.”
