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“Rach, I can’t…I can’t take anymore.” I go on my toes, but she pushes harder, moving the stool at the same time, making it grate against the floor. I can feel sweat running down my back. My belly twists with pleasure, and heat spreads from my toes to my ears as air becomes rare in my lungs.
“And yet you will.”
She fucks me hard, fast; she accelerates every time I try to complain. I scream her name in pain, but not as hard as I scream in pleasure. She pinches and pulls at my clit before slapping it. And when she draws a long circle, I explode again. I let her force another orgasm out of me and lose all strength.
She takes her time to pull out, but when she does, I almost fall into her arms. She helps me walk to the sofa, and we both fall on it.
It takes me a while to catch my breath, for my heart to come back to a steady beat. Feeling her own against my back as she spoons me and lulls me to sleep. I nudge her with the back of my head, and she slips her hand in my hair, scratching my skull. Exactly like we used to. Sleep engulfs me with a blanket of bliss, drifting away any horrible memory of today or the previous years. Maybe she’s right, maybe her love can fix everything.
It feels like a minute later when a phone rings, but judging at how deep my sleep was and the sun’s orange light rising, we slept all night. Rachel jumps off the sofa, pushing me off and making me roll onto the floor with more strength than I could have fought against in my sleepy state. She runs to where her clothes are and grabs her phone.
“It’s Conor,” she panics. She runs her hands through her hair, fear overtaking her features. “I can’t tell him I’m here,” she squeaks.
“Fuck Conor,” I yawn. “Come back here.” I crash into the comfort of the sofa again.
She shakes her head. “He doesn’t want me to see you.”
“Now, that’s simply unfair. What does he think we’ll do? Have amazing sex all night long?”
It doesn’t make her laugh.
“Fine,” I huff. I don’t understand why she doesn’t simply tell him to fuck off. Letting a fucker like him bring her down and tie her into a relationship, hell, a fucking engagement. I just don’t get it. But I wasn’t here like I should have been, and my next words taste a little bitter.
“Rach, after all this, you can’t tell me Conor will be the one putting himself between us? Surely you know I would kill him before letting that happen.”
Her eyes widen. I doubt it’s because I said I’d kill him. She’s used to that. No, it’s like she believes Conor could be an actual problem for us.
“I can’t leave him,” she shakes her head.
“What?” I chuckle. She’s always hated the fucker, and now she can’t leave him?
“I mean…I will. Not now. I can’t right now.”
“I’ll do it for you,” I growl as I get up. I grab my t-shirt off the floor while walking to her, and by the time I’m on her, she’s holding her phone tightly behind her back.
“No. He really can’t know. I’m serious.” She gets dressed too fast for me to comprehend in my sleepy state. She’s already trying to button her buttonless blouse. When did that happen? She looks down at the blouse. It’s teared up from me and bloody from Sam’s cut.
The phone has stopped ringing. It starts again.
“Give me the phone, Sunshine.”
“Please, Rose. I can’t break off an engagement just like that. I need to sit down with him. I need to talk to my parents.”
“Oh, my fucking god,” I cackle a laugh. “You’re still doing exactly what they order you to! Grow the fuck up, Rachel!”
“Believe me, I don’t want to go home right now. Not after you made yourself so vulnerable to me. This doesn’t change anything. I love you, Rose. I just need to handle Conor…” Fear crosses her eyes, deep, bottomless. Rachel still fears her parents and what they want out of her.
“Alright.” I take a second to think, trying to let go of my possessiveness for her. I need to be understanding. I need to let her take this slow. I can’t just barge back into her life and force her to break off her engagement.
But then, her phone starts ringing again, and in her palm, I watch ‘my soulmate’ light up the screen. It happens slow and fast at the same time. In slow-motion, she watches my eyes scan the screen. Our gazes meet, and her eyes plead with me silently.
When my hand starts to move, she goes to speak, but she’s too late.
“He’s the one who saved his name–”
I grab the phone from her hands and pick up.
“She’s a bit busy right now, Conor. Why don’t you sleep some more? She’ll be home later.”
