Page 13 of Remnants
“N–”
“Don’t,” I stop her, unable to handle a lie from her. “Not from you, okay? You aren’t ready to tell me the truth? That’s fine, but please, I will never ask you for anything else, just do not lie to me.”
She stares at me, her eyes filling with tears. “Okay.” Her cracking, small voice manages. “I’m not ready to talk about it.” I feel the rage flow through me while I glance up at her head, my mind thinking about the crash that morning James had left.
“Do you want me to leave?” I blink and snap my eyes back to her.
“What?” I ask her.
She shrugs, still avoiding my gaze. “You’re awake, and you’re okay, right?” I give her a small nod. “Do you want me to leave so you can have your own space?” I see her fingers picking at the hem of her sweater.
“Are you afraid of me?” I ask her bluntly. Apparently too bluntly because she flinches at the question.
“W-What? Why would you think that?” I shrug as I sit back against the headboard.
“Just a question. You don’t look at me for long, you fidget when around me. At first I thought maybe you had a crush on me or something, but after the way you flew out of here the other day—”
“Okay, wait.” She holds her hand up to silence me before crawling over the bed and sitting in front of me.
“Did you ever stop and think that maybe I ran out because Idohave a crush on you?”
“Well, I mean it’s plausible I guess, but not realistic. I mean, you knew I liked you so if you really liked me, why run?”
“Nora! I am married! I have a duty. Vows. I have a husband who provides a home for me, and my job is to stay faithful, beautiful, and eventually give him kids. I didn’t go through all of the pain in those camps just to have you—” She slaps her hands over her mouth and her eyes go wide.
“Camps?” I hiss out, anger and anxiety coursing through me. She doesn’t remove her hands, instead she squeezes her mouth harder as her eyes shut and she shakes her head over and over again. A sob breaks through and before I can think, I grip her sweatshirt—pulling her to me, holding her tightly as a sob escapes.
“No,” she cries against me. “You’re not well, I can't…”
“Pretty girl,” I coo while running my fingers through her wild hair. “I’m just fine. Let me care for you now.”
“Nora, it’s not that I don’t like you…” she whimpers between her sobs. “But I can’t… my family.” I know all too well about family. Still, my father never sent me to one ofthosecamps, military yes, but a conversion camp? How could a parent do that to their child?
After a couple more minutes, Kaitlin pulls back to face me. I smile and wipe her eyes and nose on my sleeve. She lets out a small laugh. “Sorry, that’s gross.”
“Nah.” I smile and kiss her forehead. “It’s real, it’s raw, and honest. There’s nothing more beautiful than that, Junebug.”
Before my brain can comprehend what’s happening, Kaitlin’s tear-soaked lips crash against mine. I groan as I run my hand up the back of her neck and softly grip a handful of her hair. She whimpers against the kiss as she moves to straddle me like the other night. I lick her lips, tasting the salt from her tears as she eagerly opens her mouth and I charge straight in. Her tongue dances wildly around mine. She’s so eager with her movements and when she sucks on my tongue, I feel the sharp bolt in my center as my underwear begins to dampen.
I break the kiss to catch my breath, but she isn’t done yet. A switch has been flipped inside her and she’s apparently giving the middle finger to all the reasons she told me this can’t happen. Should I stop her? Should I tell her she might regret this? Should I tell her that I am not someone that wants to be the reason she turns her back on her marriage, family, and religion?
Yes, I should. But I never admitted to being a noble person. And with her straddling me and grinding her center against mine, there’s no way in fuck I am going to tell her to stop. Kaitlin starts to pull at my shirt, as if telling me to take it off and I quickly oblige, leaving my breasts bare to her, my darker pink nipples already tight and fully erect.
Kaitlin eyes them like a starving person just given a steak. She leans her head down and pops one of my nipples into her mouth while she rolls the other one between her fingers. I let out a groan and pant as I lean my head back. Years, it’s been years since I’ve been touched. Her lips are so soft, her tongue warm.
“Holy shit!” I gasp as she gently nips my nipple before licking it softly. Kaitlin pulls back and stares up at me.
“Lay down,” she orders, her voice low. I do as she commands while releasing another moan as she licks, bites, and sucks her way down my chest, down my torso. She dips her tongue into my belly button and it sends a jolt to my clit.
“Fuck!” I growl, gripping her hair. Her hands go to the waistband of my pajama pants and my body tenses.
“W-Wait,” I sputter, gripping her hands. She looks up at me, eyes wide.
“I’m sorry! Was that too much?”
“No, I just—” I smack my hand over my face. I don't know how I am going to explain it to her. “It’s my leg,” I mutter. “I am not ready to let anyone see it.”
Kaitlin is quiet for a moment before kissing right above my waistband and traveling back up. I am about to sigh in disappointment when I watch her look me in the eyes as she lowers my pants under my ass.
