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He grabs my cock, pumping it at the same rhythm he plunges himself into me.

“I’m ...I’m going to ...”I manage to grind out, my voice strangled with the onslaught of pleasure.

He pulls out, and pushes forward with greater intensity.Each thrust is an electric shock, sending me further and further into the abyss of pleasure until I’m soaring.Pleasure, pure and unbridled, is all that exists.

“Grey!”he cries out, a primal sound that echoes in the room as he finds his own release, filling me with warmth while my own release paints his hand.

“I fucking love you,” I blurt out, breathless, the desperation of my plea sounding out even in my own ears.I’m hoping that this time, it will be different.That this time, we won’t fall back into old, destructive patterns.

He brushes his lips across my damp forehead before capturing my mouth in a gentle kiss.“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t push you before.That I let you drift from me the way you did.”

The guilt creeps in again, wrapping its cold hands around my heart.“Will you ever forgive me for everything I did to you?”

The rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat under my ear is a comforting sound, matching the frantic pace of my own.His gaze, heavy with emotion, moves from my chest to my face.“There’s nothing to forgive, Grey.You were hurting—it was difficult for you to make sense of everything, especially when she wasn’t around.”

His lips press a soothing kiss to my throat.“Look after her, Grey.She’s hiding something behind that bright smile.”

“You saw it too?”I ask.

He simply nods, a serious look on his face.“She told me she hasn’t danced.Our girl is keeping something from us.”

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” I assure him, preparing to leave for my own room.

There’s so much healing to do—for her, for Sanford, for me.But it won’t be hard.My heart recognizes hers, just like it knows Sanford.

“Stay with me tonight,” Sanford requests softly, guiding me from the bed to the shower.His touch is gentle, inviting, and comforting.

I could say no, but I let him take care of me.I let myself be vulnerable and open—I have to learn to trust not only them but myself.Can I do it?

ChapterTwenty

Aerin

I wakeup to an unfamiliar quiet in the morning, the dread of the usual night terrors absent.I had prepared myself for a restless night, sleeping away from my usual spot, but it passed uneventfully.I missed having Grey and San in my bed every night like before, but I couldn’t ask them to sleep with me.

I’m not ready for us to share a bed.We could barely share dinner last night without making things awkward.

It’s a mournful sight how we three, who once blended seamlessly like a well-orchestrated symphony, now stumble over casual conversation.

I pull myself out of bed, the thoughts still swirling, and step into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the lingering tension.I choose one of the sundresses the guy from the concierge company left yesterday.Its fabric is soft against my skin.Barefoot, I head to the kitchen, the morning still fresh.

There’s a sticky note on the coffeemaker, I recognize San’s handwriting right away.

Ae:

I’ll text you tonight.

Miss you,

S

PS Take care of each other.

My stomach drops just thinking of what can go wrong during his mission.He assured me yesterday that he’s not going to face any danger.Almost made it sound like he’ll be at a friend’s house to play video games.I wish I could believe him, but I’ve lived too much and seen too much to accept his story.

“Morning, Ae.”Grey’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.I turn to find him approaching me.

“Hi, have you had breakfast yet?”I ask, my fingers crumpling the edges of the note against my chest.

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