Page 88 of Rescuing Mary

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Rayne and me are BACK!

I decided that enough was enough and I was going to apologize for everything. But then the bank got held up, and I had to hide in the vault with her.

I spilled my guts and she FORGAVE ME!

God. Nothing feels as good as having Rayne back.

I also kinda told Truck that I wanted him. That I wanted to be a real wife to him.

Things have been weird with us lately, but I’m hoping that I haven’t ruined our chances altogether. I’m working on being nicer, not only to him but to everyone. It’s been hard (especially when that skank paramedic hit on him), but I don’t want to always be the bitch.

He has to go on a mission this weekend, but when he gets back, I’m going to tell him that I like him. A lot. I want to tell him that I love him, but I have to work up to that.

Thank God, I don’t have to worry about telling him about my lack of boobs, since he already knows (duh!). I can just go straight to telling him I want to suck his cock. Hahahaha!

All guys want that, right? If I had to seduce him from scratch (that sounds weird, but you know what I mean), I’d utterly fail. No boobs, no long hair to swish around, and my prickly attitude…what a recipe for failure. But since I know he already likes me (loves me?), this should work out.

He’s working late tonight, so I’m going to masturbate again. I love putting his pillow under my ass and pretending he’s pounding into me. God. I’m so pathetic. This girl needs to get her some! But maybe it’ll be like a subliminal thing…he’ll smell me on his pillow and jump my bones. That’s the plan at least. We’ll see if it works.

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Holy shit. He had smelled her on his pillow. Truck remembered the first night back in his apartment, how he’d held his pillow close all night because it smelled so fucking good and he couldn’t figure out why.

That little sneak.

He grinned.

It seemed as if there was a lot he and Mary still needed to talk about. He didn’t like hearing about the bank being held up, she hadn’t told him anything about that, but he wondered if it was related to the sketchy men she’d been talking about lately.

But more than that, she told him she wanted to be a real wife for him.

That she wanted a real marriage.

That took guts. He’d never doubted her strength, but that just proved it all over again.

And her coming over tonight and telling him about her cancer was also extremely brave of her, especially in light of what he’d just read. He didn’t know when she’d been all set to seduce him, but he had a feeling it had been fairly recent. And if that was the case, him losing his memories had changed everything.

But what really struck Truck was that she hadn’t given up. She’d pushed through her insecurities and worries and stuck by him. Standing up for him when she thought he needed it and not giving up on them as a couple.

She loved him.

He’d realized it before reading her journal, but reading her inner thoughts, knowing what she’d been through, made it all the more clear.

He and Mary were married.

Suddenly, Truck knew what was missing in his bedroom. In that spot on the wall by the door, the one he looked at all the time, thinking it was too empty. Their wedding certificate. He remembered hanging it, and Mary rolling her eyes at him when he’d proudly placed it where they’d see it every day.

He wondered where it was. Wanted it back where it belonged.

He wanted Mary back where she belonged.

With him. Here. In their bed. Under him.

Then something else hit home. He and Mary had really never had sex. She’d told him that, but it hadn’t sunk in because they were still getting to know each other. After reading her last two journal entries, he realized that she’d been serious. At some point, she’d wanted to change the nature of their relationship, but it didn’t sound like that had happened before he’d gotten hurt.

They hadn’t consummated their relationship yet.