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"Soooo," Noelle comes into our bedroom, all rosy cheeks and blinding smile. "Tonight it's my turn to play nurse, right?" she raises a brow just as her nimble fingers pull at the string holding her robe together.
Dropping it to the floor, she takes a step forward so I can get a full view of her outfit.
Fuck. Me.
She put on a fucking nurse outfit. One that leavesalmostnothing to the imagination.
Yeah, definitely no strangers in the house.
Her shirt has a zipper in the middle, which she'd pulled down to expose most of her chest, her generous cleavage emphasized in the most delectable way. My eyes roam lower, to the mini skirt that hikes up her shapely legs and that gives me the barest hint of her ass.
Damn.
I'm already on edge, butthat…That makes me want to jump off a fucking cliff.
"Pretty girl," I groan when she steps further into the room, her hips swaying from side to side as she plays with a stethoscope around her neck.
I gulp down, suddenly not even knowing where to look. Do I focus on her tits? Her ass? Her legs? Her…
"Eyes here, Blue," she suddenly demands, pointing two fingers to her face.
"You're playing with fire, Noelle," I rasp out.
She knows how out of control I get while on drugs—how brutish and how unlike myself. And she most definitely knows that I'll likely have only one thing on my mind—especially with her here.
"Not really," she shrugs as she comes closer to me. So close I can fucking smell her. "I'm just showing you how well I'll take care of you. I take my duties very seriously, you see."
"You're a goddamn tease," I say as I wrap my arm around her tiny waist, pulling her towards me.
"No," she whispers, her eyes on mine. "I'm just giving you a taste of what's to come," she whispers just as she takes hold of my hands, bringing them lower to her ass.
My palms mold to her ass cheeks as I pull her closer to me and in between my spread thighs.
"So this is your version of cheering me on?" I raise a brow, kneading her flesh as she licks her lips, her eyes on me.
"You know I'm your biggest cheerleader," she whispers as she moves my hands yet again, this time lower where her skirt ends.
I continue to look at her in question though I know exactly what my little minx wants.
"I'll always be there for you. Whether you know it or not," she continues, her hands suddenly in my hair as she plays with a few wild strands, twirling them around her fingers as she gazes down at me, conviction shining so brightly in her eyes.
Damn right she is my biggest cheerleader—my biggest champion. But she's also my biggest motivation.
To do better. Be better.Strive for better.
From the beginning, this hasn't been just an emotional journey but also a psychological one. I've been tested time and time again, and the subject had always been the same—myself.
As ironic as it sounds, I've always failed.
But as I look at her playful smile and feel the closeness of her body to mine—the way our hearts beat into sync—I know what my next steps are.
I need to become a better man not only forherbut also for myself. I need to become at peace with myself in order to find the calm I've been looking for all along—that tranquility that I could always spot in the distance but never quite grasp.
That starts withknowing myself—getting intimately acquainted with the good and the bad. And this is the first step. Confronting my addiction and the ghosts of my past.
"I know that," I give her a smile as I trail my face up the curve of her neck, bringing my lips to her flesh in a light peck—enough to cause her skin to erupt in goosebumps.
I continue to pepper her with ghost-like kisses until I reach her lips.
