Page 54 of Crash
Maybe, just maybe, things were looking up for her.
Maybe she was no longer down on her luck.
twenty-three
QUYNH
ONE WEEK LATER
Quynh was in heaven.
Or, at least, this was what she imagined heaven would be like.
For the first time in her life, she was truly happy. Like a soul-deep, goofy smile at random times throughout the day, happy.
Was this what being in love felt like?
She didn’t have anything to compare it to, but she imagined this was what the romance books she loved to read were trying to capture.
Quynh was no pessimist; rather, she was a realist. But the past week was one of the best weeks of her thirty-two years of life. She wished this feeling would last forever.
The past week, she spent more time with Griffin outside of work. After he’d fucked her thoroughly in his office, they wrapped up the workday. He’d followed her upstairs and waited while she fed Pickles. She hurriedlypacked some of her clothes and essentials, the unspoken agreement she would spend the night with him.
One night turned into a week.
Each evening started out the same. They’d go for a walk around the lake while dinner cooked in the oven. When dinner was ready, they’d sit across from each other, sharing little tidbits about their lives with each other. Before dinner was done, though, they took turns as to who would make the first move to leap across the table.
The entire evening, sitting across from each other, was like foreplay. Of course, playing footsie under the table only ratcheted their desire. He’d nearly snapped her toe when she started rubbing her foot on his hard cock under the table.
Griffin was insatiable. She did not know where his energy or vigor came from, but she was not complaining. Most nights, he’d make her come first. Alternating between his mouth and fingers, or, if she was really lucky, both.
Quynh appreciated the foreplay to prep her for his girth. She did not want to risk being split in half by his giant appendage without proper prep. She was starting to think he had a breeding kink, too. He never missed an opportunity to come inside of her. She wanted to attempt to give him a blowjob, but she needed to work on some jaw exercises. Or learn how to unhinge her jaw in order to handle his sausage link.
Every night, they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms to the soundtrack of a quiet countryside. Exhausted but content.
Quynh was getting used to how calming living away from the city was. It certainly helped that she had her own giant teddy bear to keep her company at night, though she missed Pickles’s presence something fierce. She made it a habit to take more frequent breaks to check in on her feline friend. Pickles pretended like he didn’t miss her, but when she was putting on her shoes to leave again, he’d make a frantic dash to curl his fluffy body around her ankles.
She needed to make more of an effort to stay at the apartment so Pickles wouldn’t be so lonely.
In the past week, Griffin drove her to her father’s place a few times. Each time she showed up, Cindy was always delighted to see her. She wasn’t sure what the nature of Cindy’s relationship with her father was, but she was nice enough.
Most of the time, she’d find her father already waiting for her in his sitting room. She ignored the way he seemed to become more and more frail as each day passed.
Their conversations were usually pleasant. Quynh talked for the most part since talking took a lot out of him. He always listened attentively to every word she said as if she led such an interesting life when really it was probably the most boring thing to recite.
Still, he missed nearly every important event in her life. Quynh ignored the way his eyes glistened as he listened to her tell him about the time she nearly tripped when she went to shake hands with the dean during her undergraduate ceremony. Or the time her heel broke off during her graduate ceremony, so she walked across the stage without shoes. He’d nod along to her stories, offering warm smiles when appropriate.
Today was no different. Quynh was enjoying a cup of coffee Cindy brought her, knowing how she liked to have a little afternoon pick-me-up. She finished telling the story of how she came to adopt Pickles.
She vowed to never leave him behind, though guilt pierced her at how often she had stayed at Griffin’s place the past week. She’d have to spend more time in her temporary apartment.
“Quynh.”
Her father’s raspy voice brought her back to the present. She looked at him curiously. He rarely talked when they were together since it took so much out of him. She noticed he looked particularly lively today. There was more color to his cheeks, and he seemed to be sitting up straighter.
“Your mother…”
Her eyebrows raised as she waited patiently for him to say what he needed to say.
