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"Come with me, Noelle. I need you to come on my cock, pretty girl…"
A few more thrusts and I do.
So. Fucking. Hard.
No pain in the entire universe could eclipse this feeling of completion, or knowing I belong to him just like he belongs to me. He stills over me as his own orgasm washes through him. His breathing turns harsh, his features tense.
"Damn," he mutters as he moves over so he doesn't crush me. "That was…" he chuckles.
"I know," I add vaguely, staring at the ceiling and feeling the effects of the sex on my body, the fog caused by the weed slowly dissipating, the conversations from before starting to echo in my mind.
Raf is the first to get up, and as he moves to remove the rest of his clothing, he freezes in front of me.
"Noelle," he calls my name, his voice trembling.
I blink, suddenly brought back to the present as I lift my head.
"Did I hurt you?" His expression is one of pure horror.
He points between my legs, and as I look down, it's to see blood everywhere.
"Please tell me I didn't hurt you," he repeats, coming to my side and seeminglytoodistraught.
"I…No, I…" I frown, stilling for a moment before remembering. "My period," I breathe out. "I must have gotten my period. I'm so sorry," I say as I bury my face in my hands, mortification burning at my cheeks and chasing away any remaining trace of intoxication.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, pretty girl. I had no clue… Fuck," he purses his lips.
Seeing the mess I caused, I can't help but feel self-conscious.
"Can you," I clear my throat, the urge to bury my head in the sand overwhelming. "Can you change the sheets while I clean up?"
"Of course. Do you want me to help you?" he immediately offers, but I shut him down.
There's something about his expression that doesn't sit well with me. Something about the way he looked at me when he thought he'd hurt me. Something like…
I shake my head.
I can't contemplate that now. We had sex. My period came. It happens, right? It's nothing too out of the ordinary.
Taking a quick shower, I put on a new pair of underwear and a fresh pad before I head back to the bedroom.
Raf is already in bed, the sheets changed, the smell of clean laundry drifting in the air.
He's on his side, his back to me. Is he asleep already?
Biting my lip, I slide between the sheets, hugging them to my chest.
There's a gulf between us, and it's more than the current distance between us.
And no matter how much I try to fall asleep, I cannot.
"Noelle," he eventually calls my name, yet he doesn't turn. He's still on his side, away from me.
"Yes?"
Is he embarrassed of me? About how I behaved tonight? That I aired personal details from our life? Is he…disgusted by my period blood? The questions flash in my brain, the implications endless.
"At the hacienda," he starts and I become unnaturally still as I hold my breath. "The night of the fire. I was there," he admits. "I…"
