Page 20 of Unraveling with You

I shake my head no, too mortified to explain what just happened. Mainly because I really don’t understand how it was possible. I haven’t come in front of a man like that - not even when they’ve been inside me. Remington probably realizes what my body just experienced, and he seems okay with witnessing, if not enjoying it.

But I feel like something is wrong with me. I’ve never heard of this happening to someone else, and even though Remington acted like it happens to some people, I didn’t tell Remington directly that I was about to orgasm. I should’ve been more explicit in case he didn’t actually understand and didn’t want to see it, but once again, I’m too weak to function the same as everyone else.

“What’s making you so upset?” Remington’s sweet, cooing voice over me pulls soft cries from my lips. He cups my cheeks, catching my tears. “Oh, Lilibeth.”

“I’m sorry, I—” I shake my head. He’s a friend. Just a friend. It hurts. How do you tell your gym buddy something like this?

Remington rubs my back softly. “Did I do anything to make you feel bad?”

I hitch through sobs, unable to meet his worried eyes. “No, I'm just embarrassed. Because I— It felt too nice.”

Remington is silent at first. It terrifies me so much that I hold my stare on him, no matter how many nerves punch my gut when we meet eyes.

But I find a smoldering desire behind his black irises. It pulses my heartbeat into my groin in lusty aftershocks.

“So youdid—” Remington halts his breath when I wince. “Sorry. It feltreallygood, I take it?”

Whimpering through another bout of tears, I drop my head. I can’t bear to admit the truth.

Remington draws closer until his nose hovers beside my red cheeks. He softens his voice just above a whisper. “There’s really no need to be embarrassed. It happens to some people from core exercises since it pulls on your pelvic floor. It’s literally called a ‘coregasm.’”

I choke out a sob. So he does know what happened. “B-but you didn’t consent to seeing that. I’m so sorry.”

“Well, you did warn me - multiple times. I’m no stranger to what was probably going on, and I kept checking in to make sure you wanted to let me watch. Did I misunderstand and make you feel violated?”

My lip wobbles. “N-no, not at all. I– You got everything right. I just still feel bad. Even if you don’t feel violated, I could’ve hurt you if I was wrong and you didn’t want to see.” I groan, gripping my stomach harder. “I so wish I was better at expressing myself, Rem. I want to be, but I still suck at it. I don’t want to be so incapable that I hurt your feelings.”

With a sympathetic, sad sigh, he brushes tears from my soaked cheeks. “Oh, you’re breaking my heart. I did want to see, just like I said, and I’ve been thinking you’re better at expressing yourself more than ever lately. Are you sure nothing else is wrong? You’re crying so much, L.L.B., and it’s gutting me.”

I’ve already fucked this up, so I might as well tell him the rest. My heart lurches, sending me into deeper, hitching tears. When I speak, it comes out weak and sad. “Ireallylike you.”

Remington melts into the sweetest smile. “I really like you too.”

I hold my breath, halting my tears. Huffing out a laugh, I wipe my cheeks. “Oh.”

He chuckles, dissolving into his sly, half-up grin. “Which means you actually gave me a fun surprise just now.”

I bury my head into his shoulder with a gasp. “Remington!”

His chuckle rises, but he hurriedly rubs my back. “Sorry, sorry, I won’t tease you. But I don’t want you to feel bad about it, okay? This might be a lot to say, but I feel really strongly about you. And as long as you’re not hurt, I’m all good. Or, actually, I’m really happy. I’m so excited we feel the same.”

My heart throbs into my throat. Is this really happening?

Yes, it is. My core is still aching, I’m encompassed by Remington’s embrace, and my heart floats in bliss. With fresh tears, my voice comes out wobbly. “I’m really happy we feel the same too. B-but I’m still a little sad now.”

“How come?”

“I wanted to at least go out to dinner with you before either of us came.”

Remington lets out a sharp, loud laugh, hugging me closer. “Holy shit. You’re so fucking funny and adorable.” The harder he laughs, the more I burst into tiny giggles. Remington sighs, stroking my back. “That was great. But there’s really no problem here, Lilibeth; I’dloveto go out to dinner with you - make up for lost time.”

I gasp, sitting back to face him with a rising smile. “Really?”

He laughs, wiping the mascara from beneath my eyes. “Yes, really. You didn’t think I would? I just told you I liked you – a lot, alot. Even your little snot nose.”

Before I can realize what he’s doing, he swipes mucus from my upper lip. I yelp, smashing my face back into his chest to hide again, and he laughs even louder. His laugh is so boisterous and goofy that I have to belly laugh with him, uncovering my messy face from the safety of his chest. We clean the last of my tears with my temple against his shoulder, and I feel calmer by the second.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “I’m sorry for crying.”

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