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It does something to me.

The unseeing eyes that escaped me before I could get a read on them. The way she could easily slip from my fingers terrified me because I’ve lived that moment too many times, watched her slip through my fingers, over and over again, in nightmares that never seem to end.

And I don’t think I could survive it—not if it became real.

“I want you to fuck me.” She says boldly.

My eyes widen, not expecting the abrupt lucid attack at my soul.

My cock pays attention, giving a standing ovation at the invitation. I grunt, wanting to suppress the primal desires beginning to form a tornado within me.

“No.”

“No?” She squints, caught just as off-guard, not anticipating a rejection.

“Not until you give me a piece of yourself.” My voice is firm and before I can feel her retracting to that distant, unfeeling place, I catch her by the elbow.

“Give me something, anything, baby.” I probe and she looks away, contemplating, her tongue swiping against her bottom lip as if making a decision and my chest tightens when she finally looks back at me.

Her head bobs once with a barely discernible nod and my heartbeat stops.

“I-I” She wets her lips again, her body rigid at every curve as she tries to speak. “Can you give me a few days?” Her voice turns pleading, eyes glimmering with courage and bleakness at the same time, every emotion a conundrum.

My first instinct is to hold my ground. To refuse.

To insist.

But something in my chest tightens so sharply I can’t ignore it.

So, I nod.

“Can I count them on my fingers?” I lift my right hand up, spreading my fingers wide, almost childlike in the simplicity of it.

She pauses for a moment before nodding, her tiny fingers curling around my small and ring finger, closing them.

“Three…” she says softly.

“Three days?”

“Three weeks.”

Is she fucking kidding me?

“Elara.” My voice drops.

She huffs, pushing herself up from the couch, frustration flickering across her face as she stands. “Can you be a little patient with me?”

I nod. Two can play this game.

“Of course, baby.” I say easily, a smile settling on my mouth as I move past her, stalking towards the stairs like I have all the time in the world. “I’m the epitome of patience.”

Patience? I am patient. But, I’m more…hurt.

Because I’ve never been anyone’s first choice.

“Your cunt will have the pleasure of meeting my cock when your truth lands on my ears, get it?” I shove the bedroom door shut behind me, the loud thud reverberating through the room before I collapse onto the bed.

My dick is ready to break through the zipper but it’s getting no action tonight—or until she takes a step towards me.