Page 64 of Broken Dream
My body feels satiated and wonderful.
Jason…
I move toward the center of the bed…
Disappointment overwhelms me.
He’s gone.
And he’s been gone for a while. The bed and covers aren’t warm at all.
It’s Saturday. No classes. So the only reason he would have left without saying goodbye is if…
No. There could be other reasons. He has a life outside of med school. Maybe he’s going for a consultation with the doctor who’s going to try to repair the nerves in his hand.
Or maybe he has to grade papers. Work on his curriculum.
Speaking of which, I have a lot of studying to do myself.
I can’t waste the day away mourning the fact that Jason left me.
He wanted to talk about what happened last night, no doubt to tell me it was a mistake.
I asked him not to spoil it with words.
So he didn’t. He let me lead him into my room, and he slid into bed with me, held me.
Then he left.
He left without saying goodbye.
I have to hand it to him—he didn’t use words.
Saturday means no teaching for him as well, and now that I think of it, probably no appointments with his doctors either.
Which means he’s most likely at home.
I could get up, shower, dress, and go pound on his door.
It’s tempting. So tempting.
But though I have no regrets, I know he does. I’m a student, and he no doubt feels like he crossed a line.
I sigh.
If only I could stay in bed all day and relive the passion between us.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle.
No.
It was raw and feral and animalistic.
And it was perfect.
I’ve never had sex like that. First of all, it’s always been in a bedroom, and second of all, it’s never had that rawness, that realness to it.
I never even imagined it could be like that. Never imagined an orgasm could be so intense and long-lasting.
