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He lets go exactly as I wanted him to. He isn’t holding anything back and bangs the bed against the wall with the force of his motion, letting out a loud bellow as he falls over the edge.
Then we collapse together on the bed, tangled together, both of us panting raggedly.
Eventually I manage to unwind my legs from around his hips, but I still can’t move the rest of my body. When he shifts on top of me, I whimper.
He finally rolls off me with a groan.
I’m fully awake now. Moisture is spilling down my inner thighs.
We didn’t use a condom. My period should be starting any day now, so the timing isn’t likely for pregnancy, but still…
What happened to us? It’s like we were possessed by some carnal, primal force. Both of us.
Neither one of us is normally like that.
I’m already sore between my legs, and I’m terrified about what Caleb will say once he finally catches his breath.
He didn’t want to do this.
He said very clearly he didn’t want to do this.
He didn’t want to bethat man.
And yet…
He’s going to hate himself—and maybe even hate me.
“Come here, baby.”
He’s rolled over onto his side of the bed, and I scoot to reach him. He pulls me against his body, wrapping one arm around me.
He kisses my hair. “It’s going to be all right.”
It’s still dark in the room, and I know there’s a conversation waiting for us when the morning finally arrives.
But Caleb is holding me right now, and he said it would be all right.
I let myself relax.
* * *
I drift into a light doze, but it’s only a couple of hours later that I wake up as Caleb is pulling away from me.
Blinking a few times, I make out him dropping his legs over the side, then sitting up on the edge of the bed.
It’s still mostly dark in the room. It’s just after six in the morning. But my eyes have adjusted, and I can see clearly. I focus on the stretch of bare skin over Caleb’s strong back and broad shoulders.
There are a few light scratches down low. I must have made them, although I don’t remember doing any such thing.
I sit up too. “So should we talk about it?”
He turns his head. Lets out a long exhalation.
“You don’t want to do it again?” I ask softly.
When he gives his head a brief shake, I’m hurt but not surprised.
I say, “I know. It was a mistake, and it shouldn’t have happened, and you’re sorry about all of it, and it can’t happen again.”
