Page 27 of Lost to the Woods

I exploded seconds after. Hot, pulsing streaks spurted over my abs, across the panties, leaking down my hand. I growled her name, nearly snarling, completely lost in her.

We both sat in silence after, collecting ourselves. I watched her watching me, pupils blown, lips curling into a dazed, blissful smile.

“I wish you were here,” she whispered.

“I know, baby,” I murmured, voice thick. “But… I can be there soon.”

The silence stretched.

Her smile faded just slightly. Her eyes flicked away. Her body shifted, like she was retreating into herself.

“Um… we can talk about that later,” she said, soft but not quite the same. “I’m sleepy.”

I blinked, heart still pounding, a strange tension curling in my stomach. Doubt slowly started creeping in.

“Alright, baby,” I said. “Sleep tight.”

“Night…”

She ended the call, and I was left staring at the black screen.

Still holding her panties. Still aching for her. But suddenly uneasy…

There was something she didn’t know yet.

I already booked the ticket.

I planned the perfect Valentine’s weekend for us. I’d fly out to her. No mask, no games. We’d have dinner. See the Broadway play. Maybe finally take things where she clearly wanted them to go. Make her mine.

Over the next days, she seemed to have warmed up to the idea of me coming to NYC.

When the day finally came, I was buzzing with excitement as I arrived at the airport.

My flight was boarding in thirty minutes.

And then, she sent me a text.

“Hey. I’ve been thinking. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come after all. I’m so sorry.”

I stopped dead.

My heart palpitated as I stared at the text, my fingers tightening around my phone.

No.

This wasn’t real.

I called her. She didn’t pick up.

I called again. Nothing.

I texted. Over and over and over.

“Bunny.”

“What the fuck?”

“Answer me.”

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