Page 90 of Wicked Nasty

Theo pulls her close for another hug. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. Your mother is... well, she's no longer a problem in our lives. Not exactly how I wanted things to happen."

Katya lets out a heavy sigh. "But we can't control the universe. I will face the consequences of my actions and we will move on as a family."

Iz's father chimes in. "There won't be any consequences. It was self defense and you'll be cleared by the end of the week. No need to worry."

The weight lifts off our shoulders as we realize that this ordeal will soon be behind us and we can focus on moving forward.

Theo and Katya make their way to their sleek, black car, while Iz and his dad head to theirs. I turn to Becca, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and give her a small smile.

"Come on, Becs. Let me take you home." She nods silently, still processing everything that happened tonight.

We get into my car and start driving towards my house. The streetlights cast a warm glow over the quiet roads, illuminating the trees as they sway in the gentle breeze. I quickly send a text to my parents, letting them know we're on our way and that Becca needs some space.

As we pull up to my house, the darkness envelops us. I silently thank whatever force is out there for giving us this moment of privacy. My parents must have gone out for a bit, leaving the house empty and still. Becca lets out a shaky breath as she steps out of the car, her shoulders visibly relaxing as we enter my house. She just needs a quiet space to process everything that happened tonight. And I'll be here for her every step of the way.

We silently walk up the steps and into my bedroom. Becca lays in the middle of my bed, and I swiftly join her.

I reach for her, and she leans into my embrace, resting her head gently on my chest. Our bodies fit together perfectly, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle meant to be joined together. In this moment, there is nothing but the warmth of her body against mine and the soft beating of our hearts in sync.

Her voice, like a gentle melody, breaks the silence. "I love you, Danny."

A smile spreads across my face as I look down at her, taking in every detail of her beautiful features. The way her hair falls gently around her face, the curve of her lips as she speaks, the twinkle in her eyes. "I love you too, Becca," I reply softly.

In this moment, surrounded by nothing but love and tranquility, I know that I am exactly where I am meant to be.

I lean down and softly kiss Becca. As our lips meet, I feel a surge of emotion wash over me. The kiss is gentle, tender, a physical manifestation of the love and comfort we're both seeking after the chaos of the day. Becca's fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, holding on as if I'm her anchor in a stormy sea.

As we break apart, I gaze into Becca's eyes, seeing a mix of love, vulnerability, and lingering fear. I brush a strand of hair from her face, my touch gentle.

"You're safe now," I whisper. "I've got you."

Becca nods, her body relaxing further into mine. "I know," she murmurs. "With you, I always feel safe."

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, processing the events of the day. The weight of what happened hangs over us, but there's also a sense of relief. The threat of Becca's mother is gone, even if the method wasn't ideal.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask softly, running my fingers through her hair.

Becca takes a deep breath. "Not yet," she says. “I just... I need some time to process it all.

She leans up in the dimly lit room, her lips pressing against mine once more. Her gentle hands trace patterns on my chest, sending shivers down my spine.

“Becs,” I whisper, my heart racing with desire and apprehension.

“I need this,” she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Danny.”

We both gaze into each other's eyes, our shared struggle with the darkness that haunts us unspoken but understood between us.

I lean down to meet her lips again, allowing my fingers to explore every inch of her body as we give into our mutual craving for each other. The air is thick with tension and longing, and the world outside fades away as we lose ourselves in each other's embrace.

The darkness of the room envelops us as our bodies intertwine. Every touch, every kiss, feels electric - charged with a desperate need for connection after the trauma we've endured. Becca's fingertips trail fire across my skin as she pulls me closer. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.

"Danny," she breathes, her voice thick with emotion.

I pull back slightly, searching her eyes in the dim light. "Are you sure about this?" I ask softly. "After everything that's happened today..."

Becca nods, her gaze unwavering. "I need to feel something good, something real.I need you."

Our lips meet again, more urgently this time. Clothes are shed, barriers stripped away until there's nothing between us but skin on skin.

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