Page 111 of Fragments
OnlyI make him come this way.
This is such a revelation, I have tears seeping from my eyes. I can’t even understand this, these emotions attached to getting off. I’ve never felt this way in my entire life…
I’ve never been so glad to beme.
Lex collapses onto his side, lips still trailing along my flesh, anywhere they can reach. I exhale, higher fromhimthan any drug could ever make me.
I expect him to pull my back against his front for cuddles. But instead, he rolls me over… So we’re face to face.
“Hi…” I whisper like an idiot, frozen to stone by the vibrant sea green in his eyes.
“Hi.” He grins, then bites his lip, pulling me closer by my hip.
I clear my throat. “So… that was fun.”
He laughs, the sight and sound of which cracks my chest wide open. “Mm… itwasfun.” His fingers trail up my side, then onto my chest, brushing along the lace covering my chest. “You do look good in this…”
I swallow, blinking at his face. “You like it?”
“I think you would look good in just about anything,” he murmurs. Confidently.
He’s nowhere near as nervous and squirmy as he was earlier. I think he’s… comfortable with me.
He might want to be more than friends…
Out of nowhere, a giant, ice-cold tidal wave of fear crashes over me. Parker’s words, all of those terrifying thoughts are ringing in my skull like alarm bells.
You’re going to hurt him…
He’s too good for you.
Too sweet, and kind and beautiful a person for someone as rotten and awful as you.
If he falls in love with you, you’ll break his heart.
What the fuck are you thinking, you monster?!
“Lex…” I whisper his name, while he’s ogling my dick in these panties.
“Hm?” He peeks up at me.
We should stop this.
I’m going to hurt you.
I don’t think I can be… what you need from me.
Pressure is building in my skull, nausea rolling up my throat. I chew on the inside of my cheek, gasping for words I can use to make this better.
Anywords I can say so this doesn’t end.
“I think we should be more than friends.” I shove them out into the open air, focusing my twitchy fingers on his shoulders and his arms. “I know you’re worried, but you shouldn’t be. We should bemore, Lexington. I know you feel it…”
His lashes flutter, hand resting over my heart. “I feel it.” He nods. “I do… but I…” His voice fades as he chews on his lip.
He has every right to be nervous…
“Tell me what you need, and I’ll be it,” I whisper.
