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Our bodies connect more intensely than before. We’re possessing each other until fully belonging to the other. Until our souls are endlessly marked. Until I believe I’m significant. His palms grab my wrists, pulling both of them against the wall, our kisses growing. I intertwine my fingers with his, digging my nails into his hands, as a heat invades my belly each time I met with his passionate thrusts. He is groaning. I’m moaning. He is slamming into me at different paces and intensity. I’m rolling my hips, abandoning myself to him. His gaze locks on me. I close my eyelids.
I feel hot sparks flash and let my orgasm explode inside me, rippling through every nerve in my body. He comes right after me, and we stay there breathless, his body capturing mine, our heads on each other’s shoulders, my arms wrapped around him. My legs are shaking, trembling upon the intensity of our exchanges. He holds my waist, not letting me go. The hot water is warming us, washing away our sins, our heartbeats synchronizing.
A while later, he clears his throat and we pull away from each other. We exit the shower and get dressed. I dry out my hair quickly with the towel before I change into my silk rose-gold shorts and my crop top, while he stands with my towel surrounding his hips.
“Do you want to stay?” I ask, unsure of myself.
“I have an early flight tomorrow.” His tone is dry, indifferent, just like nothing happened between us.
“Oh. Yes, sure.” I manage a smile. “Well, I’ll let you… finish. I—” I point toward my bedroom before passing my fingers through my hair as countenance to hide my emotions.
I exit the bathroom, running away from him to take a deep breath. I hop into my bed, my back facing the bathroom door, as I hug my bed pillow across my chest. He opens the door and doesn’t say a word to me. I hear his footsteps leaving my bedroom as he walks toward the living room area.
I don’t turn back. My heart is breaking again. He opened up to me in a way he never did, and yet I’m alone. I hear him sigh and grab his car keys as I close my eyes and a tear slides down. The front door closes brutally. Gone. I turn off my lights, wishing I could switch off my heart the same way. I was ready to fight for him, to give him the time he needs to open up. But Aaron takes what you offer to him willingly, he isn’t afraid to go for what he wants. And he isn’t afraid to leave once he obtains it. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I’m lost in my thoughts. The nightmares of my past begin to reach back to me. The tears of my mother after having her heart broken, warning me to never fall in love. The way my dad left me when I was crying on the floor after falling from the tree. The way Stephan used me.They abandoned me.I’m falling deeper into my broken past, until I feel someone pulling me away from my ghosts.
Aaron is behind me. He pulls himself under my sheets and spoons me into a hug, pulling me closer to his chest as he wraps me under his protective arms. He didn’t leave. He battled his demons to stay, to be there when I needed him. For the first time in my life, I feel secure, as if someone is here to catch me.He didn’t leave me.Not like the others.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“I have no idea.” He squeezes me closer to his strong physique, and my whole body is warmed under his contact. “Is it okay?”
“It’s more than okay.” It’s the proof I’m not insignificant. He lets me in, into his intimacy.
We intertwine our fingers together, our hands near my collarbone, his other arm under my head. I feel his breath near my neck before he kisses my nape softly. Just a simple hug warms my heart, this delicious moment eternally engraved. He squeezes me tighter, connecting our bodies like he is afraid to let me go. No matter how long it takes, I’ll wait for him. We’ll heal. His thumb caresses my fingers and the top of my breast before goose bumps travel the length of my whole body.
My heart is his. He can tear it apart, break it, it belongs to him in a way it never belonged to anyone before.
“It feels good,” he whispers, falling asleep. “Having you in my arms, it feels good,” he adds slowly.
“I’m yours.” I smile, my eyes close, savoringourmoment.
“I won’t let you go.”
He slides his hand under my top to caress my breast and cups it fully, while his other hand is still intertwined with mine. It’s a first time for both of us. A proximity we feared for so long and yet is what we needed all along. Our thumbs caress each other’s skin, and I fall asleep under his arms, knowing there is no coming back from this moment.
He shows me he is mine, too.
I wake up in the middle of the night suddenly.
Aaron is squeezing my body painfully, pulling it harder against him, hurting me under his strong grip. I gasp for air, incapable of pulling away. I ask him to not hold me so tight, but he doesn’t answer. I try to move away, but he keeps throwing me back against him. Something is wrong. His palms are sweaty. His body is shaking. He is breathing heavily and moaning incomprehensible things. I try to calm down when I notice he is having a violent nightmare.
I finally succeed in pulling myself away from him and turn on the light in a rush. I notice the red mark of his grip on my wrist, and I feel my heart pounding in my throat. He is having a nightmare, a terrible one. His eyebrows are frowning, and a mask of terror is on his face. He is soaked in sweat and he is thrashing around in the bed. I’ve never seen him this way.
“Don’t leave me with him. Don’t abandon me,” he yells, his breath quickens and shortens, he shakes his head hard.
He grabs the sheets around him, and I stand here, not knowing how to react. I panic and try to call out to him, but the more I’m speaking the more he seems to be hurting, fighting against something as his fists clench. I’m scared, seeing him facing such threatening and scary terrors. I want to help him, but I can’t reach him—like he is stuck in limbo.
“Stop, Dad… no…” He keeps repeating it, his voice imploring something to stop. His dad? What’s happening?
I shake him, imploring him to wake up. “Aaron, please wake up!” I cry out, terrified, probably doing all the wrong things.
“Yes, Dad. Yes, I am. Now, please, stop I—” He frowns his eyebrows, his eyelids and mouth shaking. All I see is a frightened kid stuck in his own hell.
I can’t take it. I pull myself closer to his chest trying to hug him, to kiss him, anything to trigger him to wake up. I have no experience; I’ve never seen someone having such violent flashbacks. I’ve had a few nightmares about Stephan, but nothing as horrifying as his.Aaron, come back to me.The closer I get to him, the more I see his terror transform into violent hatred.
“Aaron, please.”
