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“Good thing I don't have that problem,” he says, coming off unbothered, his tattoos bright and colorful in the morning light.
“You might now that I have your number,” I say, smiling cheekily.
He remains quiet, tracing circles along his belly button. I'm not even sure he's with me anymore. He occasionally went somewhere else, even before. I assumed he needed to so I didn't ever force him back.
Bringing my clothes to my chest, I head for the bathroom. Not happy with what I see in my reflection, I drop my clothes by the sink and run my hand through my hair. I attempt to rub away the sleep lines, my bruises a fading yellow. I'm supposed to meet my mom for lunch later and can't go looking like this or smell as musky as I do. I shut the door with a soft thud and turn on the shower.
My underwear hits the floor and I step under the lukewarm water. Hot showers used to be my preference, but it was hard switching back after all the countless cold spray downs. I adjust the water somewhere between cold and hot.
Some of my scratches and wounds still burn under the pressure. I turn to my side, pressing my hands to the wall, leaning my head down. Closing my eyes, I remain still under the warm water.
I don't move until the curtain rustles behind me and a brush of air hits my back. Standing up straight, my gaze lands on a well-rested Ignacio. His lips purse and he inches my way.
“Thought we could save on water.”
“Is that why you're here?” I say, brushing the tip of his ear with my thumb.
His bottom lip slips between his teeth and he nods. “We can say it is.”
A magnetic force has us closing the gap and we come together like a moth to a flame. On instinct my nose falls into his hair and my arms wrap around his lithe body. Breathing easier than before, I don't close my eyes this time. I leave them open because I much prefer what's in front of me over anything in my head.
“Ev?”
“Yeah?” I ask, rubbing a hand down his back, not going past his waistline no matter how tempted I am to keep going.
“Why didn't you save yourself the first time? You might have made it out sooner if you did.”
Swallowing hard, I glance up at the ceiling. “I was either leaving there with you or not at all.”
Glancing up at me, his golden eyes swallow me whole. “But you might not have ever gotten another chance to get out.”
I run my fingers through his hair and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “It was a risk I was willing to take. By the time I took off and got help, they would have left, taking you with them. Then I might have never found you again. That was the only chance I cared about losing.”
His eyes close and he shoves his face into my neck, turning my back to the nearest wall. Without another word, he rubs our bodies together, breathing heavily against my skin when our cocks come in contact.
“Wait, Iggy.”
“No more waiting,” he says, rocking his hips. His hand comes between us, reaching for both of our lengths. He lines us together and thrusts upward, our cock heads rubbing together. We both moan at the same time and Iggy's face stays buried in my neck, his hot breath spreading along my skin.
Sparks ignite me the faster he moves, his body constantly coming in contact with mine, hitting every sensitive nerve.
I quiver against the wall, tossing my head back. “Stop. We can't.”
“Tell me you hate it and I will.”
“I—” My words are cut off by the pleasure rising in the pit of my stomach.
“Only say it if it's the truth.”
I press my hands flat against the wall, our tips both leaking as we grind together. I don't remember when I started moving with him but I'm not sure how to stop.
Opening my mouth, I begin to talk again and then don't. I can say the words that would end this all but I'd be lying. As much as I want to hate it, the closeness is everything I need. I'm more alive inside than I've been in a long time. I think about pushing him away and my heart aches, my stomach twisting. Why leave when it feels better to stay where I am?
“Stay with me,” Iggy whispers.
Nodding, I grip his waist with my hands, completely leaving my head, and I come back to him. Fuck does it feel good. All my regrets can wait until later, along with questions as to what this all means.
He takes a step back, his hazy eyes penetrating mine as he brushes our heads together and he circles my tip with his, rubbing along the edges. I throb and ache, my heart pounding in my chest the more he rocks back and forth, his hand stroking us together.
