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That’s why I’m wrapping my arms lovingly around you, holding you, catching you, and giving you the protection and security you need right now.

I’m here for you, Beauty! Always…

Chapter Twenty-One

My body trembles and the pain is not only throbbing in my cheek but deep inside me. The mental pain outweighs the physical and reopens wounds that have long since healed. Or so I thought. It’s a terrible feeling, and I don’t want to go back. I don’t want my memories to return; I want them to stop once and for all.

But then I feel rough hands gently stroking my back, comforting me. Ezra is simply standing in front of my open car door, holding me in his arms and healing a small part of my wounds. His closeness feels so incredibly soothing.

“Move over. I’ll get you out of here,” he murmurs against the top of my head, planting a gentle kiss on it before pushing me toward the passenger seat.

I wipe my wet eyes and see I’ve soaked Ezra’s shirt. God, how embarrassing!

I look up at him, somewhat ashamed, nod weakly, and climb into the passenger seat of my car. I have no idea what Ezra is up to, but I trust him.

“One second,” he says with a raised index finger before disappearing briefly.

I watch him, realizing just how close I came to causing a serious accident—or worse, running him over—if Ezra hadn’t reacted so quickly.

Ezra retrieves his bike, pushes it to the side of the road, and leaves it there. He only takes his keys and helmet, places them on the back seat, and gets into the car. Starting the engine, he reverses off the edge of the meadow where I’d stopped and guides the vehicle back onto the empty road.

I have no idea where Ezra is taking me now, and frankly, I don’t care. My mind is a whirlpool of confusion and emptiness. One moment, everything spins out of control, and the next, it’s still, only to start spinning again—an endless, relentless cycle.

But then Ezra unexpectedly puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes it gently, and everything inside me suddenly stands still. I look at him in disbelief because it’s as if he’s my haven of peace when I need it most.

He looks at me, and only then do I realize we’ve stopped. I turn my head, trying to figure out where we are, but I don’t recognize the place. We’re in a small clearing, with only the dim light from the distant highway illuminating our surroundings.

“Where are we?” I ask, scanning the area.

“In a small bay next to the highway. I used to come here a lot,” he says.

His hand remains on my bare thigh, and despite his earlier anger, his gaze is gentle now. I’m at a loss for words or actions. I never wanted Ezra to see me like this, but a small part of me feels comforted that he’s the one with me now, offering support. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I quickly shake my head. No, I don’t want to talk.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asks a moment later, his soft lips brushing my cheek.

Ezra is so close now that I can smell his familiar scent of wood, aftershave, and leather, a combination I’ve come to adore. It fills my senses, making it impossible to forget.

“Make me forget,” I whisper, turning my face toward his. Our eyes lock, and the dim light highlights the depth of his gaze. His warm breath against my lips makes me instinctively lick them.

For a moment, nothing happens. Everything is completely still, except for our breathing. Then Ezra reaches next to the driver’s seat and presses a button to adjust it backward before patting his thighs and asking me to climb onto him. I don’t have to think twice and sit on his lap.

I need this right now: peace and quiet, warmth, and support. Ezra gives me all that and so much more. I resisted it for a long time, but now I can see it clearly, and I want nothing more than to be close to him. He gives me the feeling of being whole, not hollow, and worthy of affection and desire. Is it shameful to want to feel that way?

I tentatively put my arms around his neck and look down at him. Meanwhile, Ezra strokes my bare thighs up and down with both hands. But he only goes up as far as my dress has ridden up. Goosebumps spread, and a pleasant shiver chases down my spine. I let go of all decency and reason and kiss him.

My lips meet his in a gentle, yet demanding way. Ezra returns the kiss before taking control a moment later. My fingers slide into the short hair at the nape of his neck as our kiss intensifies.

I sigh softly. His tongue is dancing with mine, making me feel things I haven’t felt in so many years.

My stomach flutters like butterflies, and it’s only because this young man is gentle and loving toward me.

He sees me and cares for me. He kisses me like crazy because that’s exactly what I need now.

Am I making a fool of myself? For sure, and yet I don’t care right now. Because I need this. I need him, his healing touch, and the distraction. So, I grind my core on his lap more and more urgently. I can feel the prominent bulge in his jeans, which gets me even more turned on.

The first dampness forms between my thighs, and I want nothing more than for him to take my mind off things. To make me forget and turn this terrible evening around for the better. I need this now. So much!

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