Page 164 of Don't Leave Me

“Cutest couple that ever existed after us, of course,” Adam smiled, reaching out for Emily who still held onto me.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m soexcited!”

“Thank you two for being here,” Jack smiled at them, putting his arm around my shoulder as Emily let go of me.

“Come on, let’s go eat dinner. We’re buying,” Adam declared, taking Emily’s hand.

I looked at Jack expectantly.

“We’re buying. You two came to seeus,” Jack responded playfully. “You ready, love?” he looked down at me.

I nodded and grabbed my coat, and we were all off into the cold Albany evening.

Adam drove us around in Emily’s car aimlessly for a few minutes before Emily Yelped the best restaurant near us. She found a Mexican restaurant and bar in the heart of downtown and we all casually walked down the sidewalk, Jack’s hand in mine, Adam’s hand in Emily’s a few feet ahead of us. We found the restaurant and once Emily declared that we were celebrating mine and Jack’s nuptials the next day, we were seated in a booth near the wall right away. Jack and I sat next to each other and he had his hand on my thigh nearly the whole time.

“Okay, so! Give us all the details! Jack, how did you ask Hana?” Emily probed after we ordered food.

My spirits were high and lifted – probably a combination of having Emily around and with my hypomania approaching.

“Um, well,” I smiled at Jack – did he really wanna tell Emily that he asked me while we were fucking? Or rather, told me?

Jack gave me a shy smile, squeezing his hand on my thigh a bit before raising his eyebrows at me.

“Well,” he turned back to Emily and Adam. “It was very intimate, if you must know,” he said lightheartedly.

“Oh, Jesus,” Adam laughed.

It took Emily a moment to get it, but once she did, her eyes popped open.

“Wait, you two were…oh my god,” she laughed, shaking her head at us playfully.

“She couldn’t help but say yes,” Jack caressed my thigh, gazing over at me – did he know that just his touch would get me worked up?

I smiled at him crookedly.

“Alright, enough talk about fucking. Let’s see the ring, Han,” Emily interrupted us, reaching her hand out for mine.

She gasped loudly at the ring on my finger. “It’s so gorgeous. It’ssoHana too,” she declared. “Great job, Jack,” she smiled at him, giving me my hand back.

The conversation was light for the rest of the evening. Jack and Adam talked about how they wanted to return to the studio to record new music once we got back to the city. Emily talked about wanting to adopt a dog. Jack told them he wanted to take me to the snow for our honeymoon – I figured Lake George, since he had mentioned it before. I listened to everyone speak, immersing myself in the now, trying my hardest not to think of just one thing – all I wanted to do was fuck Jack. I wanted him to fuck me, to pin me down, to tease me and choke me like he did earlier. I wanted him to hurt me, because I knew that’s what I deserved.

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Chapter 42

Emily and Adam booked a room two floors below our suite at the Holiday Inn. We all planned to wake up early to get to the city clerk as soon as possible the next morning. Our 24-hour wait was at 1 PM, but Jack figured the wait to get married on Valentine’s Day would be long. As soon as Jack and I entered our room, I quickly shrugged my jacket off and pressed my body against Jack, putting my hands underneath his shirt.

“Feisty Hana. I love it,” Jack stopped my hands, then took his coat off and lifted me up in front of him, taking both legs and hoisting me against him.

He dropped me onto the bed and started to take my boots and jeans off quickly. I watched as he simultaneously took his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans. My mind was completely blank apart from the overwhelming noise that screamed for his body. I started to lift my shirt up but Jack stopped me.

“No, Hana. I want to undress you completely,” he smirked, finally getting my jeans off.

He hovered over me in only his boxer briefs and grinned at me, knowing how much I wanted him.

“How badly do you want me, Hana?” he teased, lifting my arms above my head, slowly inching my shirt off.

“So fucking bad, Jack,” I moaned, wanting to reach for him but unable to.

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