Chapter 133

A Lot That Needs Fixing

He fucks me there.

I don't even get my dress off, and he only manages to free his cock from his pants. We're

entangled, hungry and desperate for each other, so it's heavy, but quick.

I breathlessly pant over his lips as we both come down from our climaxes, and my entire body trembles when he runs his fingers down my neck and spine.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

I smile, still breathing hard.

He stands and settles me on the couch, pulling out of me. He straightens his clothes and heads back to his desk, grabbing his laptop as I fix my dress.

Thirty minutes later, I'm leaning against his shoulder, my fingers tracing small patterns over the fabric of his shirt as he types away.

We, don't even have to speak; being away from him for a week makes just the warmth of

his presence enough.

He finally exhales, stretching his fingers before shutting the laptop with a soft click. He sets it aside, rubbing his tired eyes with his knuckles.

I run my hand through his hair. "Are you done for the day?"

He kisses me on the crown of my head, bringing me closer with his arm on my waist. "I

have so much to do still, but it can wait until tomorrow."

I pull back, tracing circles on the part of his chest that's visible through his open shirt. "Jake."

He hums in response, his fingers idly brushing up and down my arm, his eyes on mine.

"Can we talk about something?"

He stills for a second but composes himself. "Of course."

I continue, choosing my words carefully. "About you and Zaid."

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watch his jaw

His voice is soft,

so I can face him properly. "What is

for a second before returning to me.

just makes me sad. I have feelings

jaw clenches, and he exhales. "There's a

what?" I

for a moment. "How much has Zaid told you about him

stomach tightens, remembering that he doesn't know the

my words carefully. "I know why

"Then you know how reckless that

his eyes, and while I understand

with frustration. "I can't wrap my head around why he would do something like that, especially after his

stomach turns and I ignore the

hand down his face before meeting my gaze again. "You know he

a hammer

He was driving?

every day. It

through

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by doing

my vision blurring at the

ears. I try to process what he's just said, but it feels like my

know he was driving.

driving the car when his

I feel sick.

I can say anything, because the truth burns on my tongue. I want to yell at him that it wasn't Zaid that was street racing;

my place to reveal that. Not now. Not like

myself to nod, acting as if

future's

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