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I felt…submissive. Very submissive. Underneath Patrick, my ass tilted up, his rigid cock half-buried inside me. Every stroke was so strange, burning and pleasurable now.
“I’m almost there… I can’t…”
“As long as it takes,” he whispered. He squeezed my throat — gently, but my head went light. “I’m not leaving, Christina. I promise. If it takes all night, I’ll be here. All day, I’ll be here too. And when you do —” his voice hardened to a knife’s edge, sharpening my excitement — “you’ll call my name.”
I did.
It was right.
As right as hearing him groanChristinawhen he came. Followed, so softly, withI need you.
Afterward, he kissed me and noiselessly left the room. I heard water running in the bathroom and curled up in bed, watching stripes of light on my curtains as cars passed in the night.
The door opened and closed. Patrick lay down next to me, smelling like the coconut soap in my bathroom.
I climbed on top of him, something I’d almost never done during our arrangement, and hugged him hard. He draped an arm over me.
“Need anything, princess?”
“Breakfast tomorrow.” I snuggled into his chest, wrapping my thighs around his leg.
“‘Course.”
“What about everyone else in the house?”
He laughed. “I’ll make pancakes.”
Sleepily, he kissed the top of my head. I drifted, dozing in his arms.
“Finals,” I mumbled, half-waking with a start. “Those are happening. I have this big paper for Victorian Lit next week — that class I fell asleep in at the beginning of the semester —”
“You’ll be fine. We can study together.”
A flush of happiness spread over me. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to concentrate,” I teased. “Or if you will.”
“Oh, you’ll concentrate.” Patrick yawned. “I’ll see to it that you do.”
“You’re graduating next Saturday,” I murmured, suddenly craving reassurance.
His arms tightened around me. “I’m not going far. Just an hour away.”
“I don’t even know what your job is after graduation.” I nuzzled his neck.
“Money,” he said simply. “Banking. Other people’s, not my own. Easier that way.”
I rolled off of him to look up at the blackness of the ceiling. “Remember when you said the dark is your oldest friend?”
He rested his fingers on my wrist. “Only because you can depend on the light to come.”
Impulsively, I sat up, reached over to my desk, and turned on the lamp.
In the sudden light, we both blinked. Patrick looked surprised, but smiling, his blue eyes like a windless lake — the happiest I’d ever seen him.
“I just needed to look at your face,” I explained.
For a minute, we gazed at each other. Then he pulled me down and kissed me. I flicked off the light and lay in the dark with my love, while our future stretched out, open and free.
Epilogue: Tell The Truth
