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Her pussy clenched tighter around my cock, and I pressed down on her clit while I pistoned my hips into her.
I groaned as her orgasm ripped mine from me, heat snapping down my spine as I came so hard I blacked out for a few seconds.
I slowed down, our bodies trembling as we rode the last waves of pleasure crashing between us. I held myself up over her, kissing her back before gently pulling out and climbing off the bed. I was back in no time, cleaning us up before drawing the sheets over us, her turning on side to face me.
“That was…” Her smile took over whatever she was about to say, and I couldn’t help but return it.
I brushed back her wild hair with my fingers, kissing her in a slow, almost lazy sort of way. We didn’t need to rush. We didn’t need to think about tomorrow. We just needed to be in the now.
And as she closed her eyes, blissful exhaustion settling over her, I realized I was completely content to do just that…quite possibly for the rest of forever.
CHAPTER13
Anne
“Your levels are improving,” the doctor said as he looked over my chart. “The meds are working and your efforts really are making a difference.”
A sense of pride washed over me as I glanced over at my mother, who had insisted on coming with me to my visit today. She was finally cleared to resume normal activities and she’d leapt at the opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with me.
“Have you been experiencing any issues?” he asked, sitting my chart down on the counter next to him. “Fatigue? Pain?”
I swallowed hard, the instinct to lie front and center. It was so ingrained in me to push my feelings to the side, to hide any real emotion for fear of being ridiculed, but I managed to work past it.
“Only when I forget to eat or I overwork myself,” I said, and the doctor nodded.
“That’s normal,” he said. “You’ve got to keep yourself fueled,” he continued. “Low sodium, lean proteins, high fiber.”
“All the good stuff,” I said, smiling at him. “Got it.”
He chuckled. “You can treat yourself,” he said. “It’s all about moderation. We just want to keep your blood sugars in check. Listening to your body is key.”
“I understand,” I said. “Thank you.”
“I’ll see you in a couple weeks,” he said, heading toward the door. “You’re looking incredibly well, Mrs. VanDoren,” he said on his way out.
Mom grinned at me, following me out of the room and back to my car parked in the lot.
“I’m so proud of you, Andromeda,” she said as she buckled herself into the passenger seat. She could’ve easily had one of the drivers take us to this appointment, but I’d asked if I could pick her up.
I was now used to paying for it on my own, and there was something satisfying about using what I’d been working so hard for. It was the same with my small but cozy apartment—I found myself taking better care with it now that I worked my butt off to live in it.
It was a humbling, eye-opening experience that I found myself wishing I’d had years ago. But hearing my mother say those words? It was hard to speak around the way my heart expanded in my chest.
“Thanks, Mom,” I said, trying not to cry. Sweet heavens, it felt like that’s all I’d been doing lately, either from happiness or digging up the past. I was going to have to buy tissues on bulk for Dr. Casson if we kept this up. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
The sky was a slate gray with an overcast of clouds, the promise of a winter rain on the horizon as I navigated the road toward her house.
Her house, not mine. That was another clarification I’d made after this whole situation. Father may have kicked me out and forced me to stand on my own, but in doing so, he made me realize that the house I grew up in hardly felt like a home. Not at the fault of my mother or my sister, of course, but mainly because ofme. I’d never been comfortable there, and working through my past, I realized there were few places I’d felt safe and comfortable enough to be just me.
One of those places was anywhere Jim was.
Heat stole through my veins at the memory of last night, and the night before that, and the night before that…
Heaven help me, it had been a week of taking itone-day-at-a-timewith Jim, and if I wasn’t at his house, he was at mine. We worked together, slept together, ate meals and binge-watched shows together. It was a new, settled, wonderful kind of life I wasn’t sure I deserved, but I was damn sure working on being worthy of it.
“Really,” Mom said as I made my way up the drive to the house, parking the car so I could get out and hug her. “I think you’re doing so well,” she continued as I rounded the car and wrapped my arms around her. “I’ve always been proud of you,” she said as I released her. “I just didn’t think you were living your best life.”
My chest tightened, but I accepted the strain of her bringing up my past, and nodded. “I wasn’t,” I said. “And I’m really sorry what I put you through. What I put you all through,” I said, glancing at the house like that would encompass my sister and father too.
