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“Maybe I won’t be so afraid of it anymore,” she murmured against my lips before deepening the kiss.
Her hand slipped into my shirt, the warmness of her skin feeling akin to a burn against the coldness of mine.
I arched into her, needing to feel more of her body against mine. This time was different with her.
Time moves slowly.
Our movements were unhurried.
We took pleasure in each other without fear that it was going to end at any moment.
It was the type of connection and experience that I had yearned for since Russell personally locked the shackles on my ankles.
She freed me.
And no matter how fucked up it was that I was shackling myself to her as soon as I got a taste of freedom, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Quinn
She was having a nightmare.
I had shared her bed with her so many times before this, but this was the first time that I'd come across her nightmares.
I stepped closer to the bed, moving my wet hair out of my face.
After her shower I told her to rest first, not wanting her to see how I desperately tried to scrub my skin clean. How I desperately tried to get rid of the scent and the feel of the ocean.
I thought for the most part that I had gotten over my fear of the ocean, but maybe being around her had lowered my guard, and I was able to fully see just how fucked Rolf had made me.
She had to have been so tired to fall asleep so easily. The last few months were a lot for her, I could see it in the way she carried herself. But I had assumed that after we got rid of Russell, paired with her newfound freedom, that she wouldn't be plagued by the trauma of her past life anymore.
Of course, going on the run from the two organizations that controlled our lives would never be easy, but she hadseemedso happy.
She tossed and turned in the cheap, scratchy sheets of the motel bed. Her hands clutched them for dear life, and her eyes were strewn shut. The grimace on her face looked painful.
I paused near the bed, the reaching of my hand out to her was automatic. A move that caused me to pause when I realized what I was doing.
I didn't want her to suffer, but I didn't know if it was wise to wake her.
“Get a hold of yourself,” I spat at myself.
You can’t just leave her to suffer while you watch. Stop hesitating.
I used both of my hands to clasp her shoulders, trying to stop her wild movements.
“Blake,” I said in a sharp whisper. “Blake, wake up.”
She didn't wake up from her sleep until after a good few shakes. Then, her eyes snapped open. Her breathing was ragged as she took in deep gasps of air. Her eyes shot around the room in a panic.
She was looking to run. I could see it in her eyes.
The image reminded me too much of a wild animal caught in a hunter’s trap.
“It's me,” I whispered, my hands squeezing her shoulders. “It’s okay. He’s gone, no one can hurt you anymore.”
Her hands flailed out to grab me. Her fingernails came into contact with my damp skin. I was wearing a sports bra and shorts, not enough to shield me as she clawed at my skin. She reached out, throwing her arms around me and bringing me close to her. My hands moved to her back, pulling her to me.
“Quinn,” she breathed. The sound of my name on her lips was so painful yet so relieving that it caused my heart to clench.
