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Our bodies moved like we were made for each other. There weren’t any of our demons in the room.

It was just us.

For the first time in months.

Our mouths parted and we were both panting profusely, unable to control the thoughts that were wreaking havoc on our souls. Desperately trying to cling onto every sensation of our skin on skin contact.

I shook with my release and passionately claimed her mouth once again. She returned every ounce of everything I was giving her. There was no holding back, and I couldn’t thank God hard enough.

“My girl,” I groaned in between kissing. “I love you so much, baby.”

She roughly pulled her face away from my hold, turning her head to the side.

“Get off me,” she snapped with a cold and detached voice, making me jerk back like the wind was just knocked out of me. Like I took a low blow right to the stomach.

“What?”

“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me,” she gritted out through clenched teeth her body instantly rigid.

When I didn’t move fast enough she shoved me with her hands, scooting out from under me. Leaving me frozen on the ground, staring at the place we just made love.

She threw my clothes at me.

“Get dressed. I can’t stand looking at you fucking naked.”

What the fuck just happened?

I sat up with a stunned look on my face as I watched her throw her dress on. She looked at me like I was a goddamn idiot when I still hadn’t moved, so I stood and put my jeans on, not bothering with my shirt.

I stepped toward her. “Baby, what’s—”

She cringed, stepping away from me. “Fuck!” she sneered, shaking her hands out in front of her. “Don’t call me that! Don’t ever fucking call me that again!”

I opened my mouth to say something, anything.

“No! Don’t fucking talk. It’s over! It’s so fucking over, Dylan. It makes me sick to even be around you. We’re done! Do you understand me? Done!” she screamed hysterically.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me? This is a joke, right?” I reached for her and she knocked my hand out of the way.

“No.” She violently shook her head. “You want to know what’s a joke? That you actually believe that we just made love and that I was miraculously cured. When in fact, the entire time I was praying that I wouldn’t throw up because the mere smell of you makes me fucking sick,” she spewed, causing me to step back.

“I know what you’re doing. I know what you’re fucking doing, and I’m not going to let you push me away! Not after all this!” I argued, pointing my finger at her.

“Fine, then I’ll leave.”

She turned but she wasn’t quick enough. I gripped her wrist, holding her in place in front of me.

"You're not going anywhere. Not until I say you can and, darlin'… I won't."

“Fuck you!” She crudely tore her hand away from my grasp. “You don’t know anything! Not one damn thing! You need to go now! What more can I say to you! I don’t want you here! Go back to Ohio! Leave me alone!” she screamed the last part.

“I’m not going anywhere. I fucking love you, Aubrey.”

She winced like it hurt her to hear me say it.

“I. Love. You,” I emphasized each word, needing her to understand, needing to get through to her.

She scoffed. “What do you want, McGraw? This wasn’t love making, this wasn’t me coming back to you. This was me fucking you.”

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