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“I think we both needed that.” She sighed.
“I think you’re right.”
She tilted her head back to look up at me with a hazy yet fractured glow in her eyes. “Are we fucked up?”
“Probably, but right now, do we really care?”
She nodded back at me.
“This could be our last night.”
I shook my head. “It isn’t. But I like that we’re living for us. Seizing the moment and all that.”
“Seizing the moment, indeed.” She pulled away from me and grabbed the washcloth, lathering it with soap and then wiping it down my stomach and over my cock. My cock twitched in response, ready to go for round two.
“I always thought shower sex was the best. Easier to clean up.” She smiled, and then I noticed a slight blush in her cheeks.
“Let’s hope he keeps this shower here indefinitely then,” I joked.
But he didn’t.
An hour later, once we were cleaned and dried, her wearing a yellow sundress and me in grey sweats and a T-shirt, the wall to the shower stall was put back into place, and all we had access to was the shitty toilet again. The toothbrushes and toothpaste were gone, the soap, shampoo, and towels too. Our existence was back to what it had been before the task tonight. It’d been nice while it lasted. But we didn’t let it get to us. A line had been crossed tonight, but it was a line we’d both been teetering on. Our future wasn’t certain. And nothing here felt right, except her. The future we had in this room was all that mattered, all we could focus on, because tonight, I’d had her the way I’d always wanted to, and I wouldn’t stop there.
I’d tasted her, and like a starving man, I was desperate for more.
ChapterEighteen
BRYONY
Icouldn’t believe what we’d done, but at the same time, I couldn’t have stopped what’d happened even if I’d tried. I wanted it. I needed it. I craved that connection to make me feel alive, and boy, did he deliver.
I guess being in a life-or-death situation changes you. It certainly made me want to do something to defy the chains that this evil fucker had put on us. But then reality came knocking like the reaper at my door, and I felt myself falling back into old habits. Hating where we were, questioning why us, trying to think of anything I could do to make it better. And as always, like my knight in grey sweatpants, Will always seemed to know when I was struggling. He’d find ways to pull me out of my stupor.
We lay in the darkness on the mattress, our bellies practically empty after eating half a stale cheese sandwich and drinking the water that’d slid across the floor through the hatch an hour ago. Our rations were enough to keep us from passing out or dying of starvation. The bare minimum.
“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get out of here?” Will asked.
I didn’t need to think about my answer.
“See my family and eat a cheeseburger.”
I heard the gentle huff he gave, felt the warmth of his breath on my skin, and I knew he was smiling at me in the dark.
“You’re close to your mum and sisters, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I took a moment, then added, “Mum is probably closest to Kate though. Kate helped her a lot when we were little. They did a lot of stuff together. Cooking, baking, moaning at me and Shelley to clean our room.”
The quiet chuckle he gave told me he understood where I was coming from.
“What about Shelley?” he asked.
“Shelley was always a daddy’s girl. She used to sit in the window for hours waiting for him to come home. When he did, she’d jump in his lap the minute he sat down. She idolised him.”
The room was silent for a moment, and then he asked, “And what about you?”
“Me? I guess I had the best of both worlds. I was the middle child who loved her parents equally.”
“But was always overlooked in favour of the other two,” he whispered.
