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I didn't know why I was so turned off with the whole thing, but I made my way next door a few minutes later. Tyrell was right that I was happy to have something proper to wear, but it was just as quickly dirtied up with all the soot on everything. The people he had hired had made a pile of what had been salvageable, but it wasn't much. A few important things like a metal heart that came from my grandfather, an old picture frame that was metal as well. I was thankful for the pictures that made it, even if there were only a few of them. My life now fit into a half size medium moving box.

I realized two things at that moment. First, I had no ties to this place any longer. A town that I thought I was going to grow old in and live in forever, just seemed like another town now.

The second thing I realized was I really didn't want to be alone. Tyrell was right, I should have had somebody with me, and I wished I’d let him come. I stayed over there for a little bit longer. A few tears went down my cheek, but they didn’t last for long. I could only allow myself to be sad for a little while. This was over. When I finally went back to Tyrell’s, I was a bit of a mess.

Tyrell told me that everything was going to be okay. I knew it was a lie, but when Tyrell said it, it didn't feel like a lie. Maybe I just wanted to believe that I could pretend that maybe he knew something that I didn't. He didn't though. Reality was going to sink in any moment. To stave it off, I went to my tip toes and kissed him with feelings of thirst, that set an alarm off in my mind. How could I forget so quickly what this man did to me?

It was too late now. I was under his spell, and I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.

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Tyrell

For some reason, this kiss was different. Justine practically jumped into my arms, and it looked like she was never going to let go. Our lips touched and while I had been trying to prove my point, I did a little bit more than that. The kiss made me yearn for Justine immediately, and nothing else was going to do. I knew that my body couldn't do what it wanted to do. I wanted Justine, every inch of her, but she still wasn't ready and there was no way I was going to be able to push it. My control still wasn’t there.

I was getting sucked in by the kiss though, her lips too perfect against mine to ever want to pull them away. Justine had already decided to be with me, her body falling close against me, and it took everything to try and slow down the situation. A kiss turned into so much more when her body was opening up to me. She was offering herself again and there were only so many times that she was going to do it, before I took her up on it. It wasn't from lack of need, I'll tell you that. I'd been dying to be inside of her for hours.

Then, I realized that she was holding her breath because it was too much for her. My hands were touching her, and I finally moved my hand down a little bit lower to slide into her pants. She was quite shocked with that move, and I heard the intake of air as she gasped with the touch. I probably made my own sound as well, considering that she was soaking wet already. There were some things that I didn't need to teach her, and her body seemed quite capable of readying itself for when it was time. It felt like time was now, especially when I was touching the very core of her desire.

What had started as a little kiss was turning into something else very quickly. She was hanging on to me, holding on tight, and so help me, I wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything until I had her screaming out my name. I knew that it wasn’t time for the two of us just yet, but it would be soon enough. I hadn’t thought to do much more than touch her, though that changed quickly. Touching her wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear that sweet sound of pleasure again. It was easy to hear, I could already hear the sound in my head. The way she sounded when she was coming to completion was probably going to be the best sound ever. I figured that it was going to make it a bit more complicated for me, but it wasn't about me. It was about getting Justine to feel the best about the situation. She wouldn't do that if she was scared. I wanted to show her that there didn't have to be anything scary about pleasure.

I had one hand on her hips, with the arm stretched around her back. It wasn’t meant to hold her against me, it was meant to hold her from running away. I was barely even touching her, and she was jerking and jumping like I was electrocuting her. Her beautiful eyes had already closed, fluttered shut so that she could feel every touch just a little bit stronger. I didn't know what I'd been thinking, I knew that this was supposed to help the both of us, but it wasn't happening that way. She was about to get off and I was about to die of torture.

Watching her, feeling the tightness that it swept over her, and then it was all in the air, sweet sounds that made me grit my teeth. How badly I wanted her. I could taste it and even though I should have continued, I think we were both desperate for a break.

She was looking at me with this question, wondering what I had just done to her. I couldn't wait to do it again. It was the perfect look to me. She was horny, she wanted more, and I moved to give her just that when there was a knock on the door. I cursed out loud, telling her that I would get rid of whoever it was. That was my intention, but when I found it was a police officer in front of me, I wished I had taken a moment to prepare myself. I certainly wasn't ready for this sort of meeting.

“Can I help you, officer?”

“Yes, I want to speak to Justine Clemons, and I hear that she is staying with you.”

The cop was looking me up and down, and surely, he must have known what was going on in here. I could smell her desire so strong in my nostrils, though I don't know if it was just me or if it was actually perceptible. I decided it didn't matter and asked him what he wanted with Justine.

“Is she here?”

“I am not going to give you any information until you tell me what this is about.”

“This is me here as a courtesy about her house and the fire. I thought she would want to know about it. She needs to come down to the station for questioning.”

“Questioning about what?” Justine hadn’t done anything wrong, so what was this all about?

“Testing came back on the place next door, and it points to arson. We have some questions for her. Some things don’t add up in her story.”

I didn't like the way he said ‘story.’ He prolonged it, saying that what she said wasn't true, that she hadn't come home to find her house burnt down. I knew for a fact that it was true, I was the one that had brought her to it. She’d been at work.

“Story? I went and got her to bring her home. She had no idea what was happening. She was at work as a nurse in the ER. I am sure you could have already proven that if you talked to the hospital.”

“I'm not interested in what her lover has to say. I need to speak to her. It seems like the two of you were in the middle of something, so have her meet me down at the station. I don't want to wait around for you to get ready.”

I wanted to fix so many problems with his description of things. I was not her lover, wanted to be, but definitely wasn't yet. Justine was still just as untouched as when we met. The time wasn’t right, but it would be soon enough. The moment was gone. I knew it would be when I went in and told her what information I’d just been given.

Justine was anxious when she found out that the police were waiting for her downtown. I knew that there was no validity to the cop’s claims, but she was acting like there very well could be a possibility of it. What had happened to make her think that? None of it was her fault, I knew that for a fact. Why was Justine acting so nervous, like she had done something wrong?

I didn't get an answer to that or anything else. I went inside and told Justine what was going on. She had a worried look on her face and I probably did as well, but I told her not to worry about it. It would all work itself out, I said, knowing that what I said was probably complete bullshit. It didn't feel like it was going to work itself out. It felt like one problem after another. Why was it so hard to have her with me?

“Well, I guess I need to go.” Justine sighed as she said it.

“Just go in there knowing that you did nothing wrong.”

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