Page 92 of Bad at Love
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LAZ
“STRIPPED”
I wakeup with sunlight in my eyes. I pause, my brain foggy from sleep, wondering how the light in my room is reaching me at this angle.
Then I remember I’m not at home.
I’m in New York.
In a hotel room.
And Marina is…
I slowly turn over in the bed and look beside me. Marina is lying on her side, her cheek on the pillow, blonde hair spilling around her like a halo. Her eyes are open but drowsy, focused on me, a tiny smile on her lips.
“Hey,” she says softly.
Fuck me.
For a moment I thought that maybe this had been a dream. That there was no way one of my deepest fantasies could have come true.
But here she is.
Here sheis.
Lookinglike an angel.
I can hardly believe it.
We had sex last night.
Her first time.
My first time with her.
It was…I have no words.
This isn’t even writer’s block.
Being so deep inside of her, feeling and tasting every inch, watching her gorgeous face as she came, hard, squeezing me into a new atmosphere—it’s indescribable what she was doing to me. I don’t think I’m talented enough to even try.
It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
It was more than just two bodies reaching for a climax together.
It was more than just getting off.
It was about the two of us, together,finally. All these years, all these desires, coming to a head, a connection taken to another level, one I didn’t even anticipate.
It was bloody spiritual is what it was and believe me, I am not a praying man. But I will make this woman my religion if she lets me. I will worship at her altar for another glimpse at the heaven I saw last night.
“Hi,” I say back to her, still so dumbfounded.
The sight of Marina on my bed is a hit to the gut.
The sun is streaming in through the window, bathing her skin in a diffused glow, and her face is absolutely gorgeous. Peaceful and vibrant all at the same time. She’s unreal, and just staring at her, lying beside me in the same bloody bed, makes me feel crazy. She moves something deep inside of me, something I don’t think I can ever move back.
