Page 62 of Deliverance

He shakes his head, staring up at the ceiling as the doors close. What the actual FUCK! I am so sick of this shit. Fuming, I storm off back to my dorm. It’s always fucking something with Putnam, I swear.

When I get back to my building, I step into the elevator and pause. Instead of hitting the four, I hit the three. I don’t know what I think I’m doing, but my feet carry me to the room I know to be Maggie’s. Don’t ask me how I know, I’m too ashamed to admit I looked it up in the schools system when the dumb as fuck admin stepped away from her desk last week.

I swallow roughly, knowing this is a terrible idea as I stop outside her door. My hand raises to knock when I hear a moan, followed by shouting.

“Oh! Oh my gosh. I’m gonna…gonna!” I hear a woman shout.

It’s definitely not Maggie’s moans, but somehow that makes me feel worse because I know exactly who is causing them. My stomach clenches and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I knew this was stupid. Rushing back to the elevator, I jam my finger for the fourth floor as I hurry back to my room. As soon as I do, I throw myself onto the bed and let out the world’s most pent up sob. This is all my fucking fault. I ruined everything and for fucking what? What do I have to show for it? My entire life is nothing but disappointment and goddamn heartbreak.

Chapter Twenty One

Maggie

I wake up the next morning, my eyes landing on the beautiful brunette beside me. Fuck. Last night was amazing. I expected her to bolt like most straight women do when they get theirs. She didn’t, though. Instead, she begged for more, wanted to give me more. It was easily one of the best nights I’ve had in a long fucking time.

Her eyes slowly open, a soft, timid smile spreading across her face.

“Hi,” she whispers.

“Morning.” I smile.

“Did you sleep okay?” she asks.

I can’t help but laugh. Morning after small talk is hands down the worst part of it all. We all do it, though. Why do we suddenly get shy and have no idea what to say to the person who had our genitals in their mouth less than eight hours ago? To be fair, hers were only in my mouth, but same difference.

“I did. You?”

She nods. “You’re really comfy,” she says, wiggling into me.

I let out a chuckle and press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m a cuddler. You hungry?” I ask as I roll out of bed, my oversized shirt coming down past my ass.

“Sure. You want to order something?”

Walking over to my fridge, I assess what I have before grabbing out the eggs, cheese and some cooked bacon.

“Omelet?” I offer.

She nods, sitting up and exposing her beautifully naked body. My eyes skate over her and I turn my head to the side, grabbing a baggy shirt and tossing it in her direction.

“Put that on.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Because if you don’t, I won’t be eating an omelet for breakfast.”

Excitement sparks in her eyes and I laugh as I close the distance between us, tipping her chin up to face me.

“Get dressed, sweetness.”

She rolls her eyes with a smile but slips on the oversized tee.

It takes me virtually no time to whip up a couple omelets before I throw on a random movie on the TV.

“Shut up, I love this one,” Maryia says.

“You like horror movies?” I ask.

“They’re my favorite. The cheesier the better.” She laughs.

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