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He opens his mouth to talk, but I hit again and again and again. Fallon whimpers beneath him when his body lands on top of her. Trembling hands reach to push him away, but it’s as if the fight has gone from her body when she slumps back down, letting his weight pin her there.
Shoving him off, he slumps to the floor, his head cracking on the marble. His face is red and marred with crimson that still leaks from his nose, though, his chest still rises.
“Teddy.” My eyes lock on Fallon’s, the usual glittering hazel is dull and blank as she pushes herself up to sit. Tears spill over her cheeks, and my heart cracks under the weight of them.
Without another thought, I reach out for her, hauling her into my chest. She tentatively wraps herself around me, her legs first, then her arms around my neck before her head drops onto my shoulder and heavy sobs take over her body.
She cries the whole way to my car, refusing to loosen her hold when I go to drop her into the passenger seat. “Please don’t let go.”
“Never,” I tell her, walking around to the driver side and pulling my seat the whole way back before sliding into it with her still attached to my body. “What happened, Casper? Did he?”
I can’t ask the question beyond that, words fail me. The thought of Gregory with his hands anywhere on her makes me feel sick; my body aches with the need to go back inside that building to finish the job. She shakes her head, the movement barely noticeable but enough to settle my anger slightly.
“No,” she whispers, never lifting her head from where it’s nestled into my neck. “I think he wanted to. But you got there in time. Take me home, please.”
FORTY-ONE
Theodorewalksusintomy bathroom, my body still wrapped around his. I’m not sure I can let go, even when he reaches behind me to flip the shower on. Our friends’ voices follow us, their footsteps stopping at the door when Theodore casts them a harsh look.
I don’t have to see it to feel it.
I understand they care and want to know what’s going on, but right now, the only thing I want is silence—and him. I’ve never felt relief like that in the moment he walked into that room back there.
Gregory was moments away from sliding his hand into my underwear, from stealing my body. A shudder passes through me, my breath coming out in harsh gasps when a fresh wave of tears threatens to consume me.
After a few whispered words that I block out, our friends leave, leaving Theodore and me alone. He doesn’t bother with stripping our clothes off, just steps into the stream of warm water.
“What do you want, Casper?” Finally lifting my head, my eyes lock on his. The green is darker than usual, and there’s something lingering under the surface I’ve never seen before—fear.
He’s angry, but also scared.
Scared of my reactions.
I bite my lip, tugging the skin into my mouth before answering.
“I want you,” I tell him, leaning forward and resting my lips against his. “I want you to make me forget.”
“Casper—” he starts, shaking his head, but I cut him off by claiming his lips in a harsh kiss. He doesn’t react instantly, and after a long moment, I move to pull away, but his hand fists my hair, keeping me in place.
His tongue presses against my lips, forcing them to part so he can devour me. My hands move to his hair, pulling at the strands when he drags kisses across my jaw and down my neck.
The water streams over us, our clothes sticking to our bodies, but I don’t care. I need this. I need him. His mouth closes over my pulse point, nipping at the skin and lapping the sting with his tongue. I fumble with his jeans, popping the button and sliding my hand down to cup his hard length. He lets out a groan when my thumb swipes away his pre-cum before sliding down and stroking him. “Fuck foreplay, baby. I need to be inside you.”
“Please,” I hiss through clenched teeth when he pulls my dress up, thrusting his hips into me. He fingers at the lace of my panties, drawing it to the side while I push his jeans down his thighs. Spinning, he slams me into the wall, his mouth moving to tease at my nipples over my dress while I position him at my entrance.
His eyes lock on mine, and slowly—so fucking slowly—he eases himself in, drawing out the pleasure. My head falls back, my mouth opening on a silent moan when he presses his finger against my clit. “I need more. Please, Teddy.”
“You’re so beautiful when you beg me.” He drives himself forward, filling me completely before pulling out and thrusting again. With each thrust, he matches the rhythm with his thumb, dragging me closer to the edge every time he presses against my clit.
He bites down on my nipple, and I let out a breathless scream, my orgasm claiming me like nothing ever has before. It’s just us in that moment, and minutes later, he follows with a groan, pressing his forehead to mine.
There’s something about this moment, more intimate than any we’ve shared before. The pure emotion staring back at me through his eyes is overwhelming, to where my eyes fill with unshed tears.
He is everything. Everything I never thought I would get.
“I fucking love you,” I whisper, letting my head fall on his chest. He cradles me to him, his hand running up and down my spine.
“I fucking love you too, Casper.”
