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She comes unglued, clinging, squirming, begging for it, begging for it, until she can’t take it anymore and she pushes me away.
“Jesus!” she cries, still shivering. “Jesus…”
I kiss her so she can taste what I just tasted—the pure fucking evidence of how much she loved it.
“That was a favor,” I tell her. “Did you like it?”
She closes her eyes and shudders as an aftershock rolls through.
“Yes.”
I kiss her again, softer this time, breathing in her breath.
“I like doing you favors.”
We look into each other’s eyes, another layer deep in honesty.
When you want someone for a purpose, you see them in that role.
When you want them just because you want them…you see so much more.
I like this space we’re floating in now.
Remi isn’t so sure. She finds her jeans puddled around one ankle and pulls them up again. She’s still topless but doesn’t seem to notice or care, in an endearingly boyish way. Instead, she sits on the arm of the couch, feet not quite touching the floor, arms crossed, frowning slightly.
“I don’t know if you did me a favor the other night…I’m still having nightmares.”
“You thought they’d go away in a day?”
She sighs. “I wished they would.”
I stand between her knees and run my hands through her hair until my palms cradle the base of her skull and her face tilts up.
“Fixing your brain’s about as fast as fixing your house.”
Her smile bursts up, unruly. “Is that what you’re doing? Fixing me?”
“God, no. I can’t even fix myself.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
I hold her with her face like a dish so I can find all the brightest bits of blue and green in her eyes.
“A thousand things. I’m selfish, I have a temper, I can be sneaky, I’m curious and arrogant, I’m picky, and almost everyone annoys me…”
“Is that all?” Remi laughs.
“And I’ve made some fucking terrible mistakes in my life.”
Remi’s eyes go sad, and she lets out a heavy sigh.
“Me, too.”
I feel an urge to come clean with her, now that I’ve seen Remi in her most open and vulnerable state. It only seems fair.
“No matter how tidy my house looks or how well I press my clothes, I’m a fucking mess, Remi…it’s how I recognized it in you.”
“Are you really?” she says softly, looking up into my face.
