Chapter 159

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A broken moan leaves my throat when Jake pulls out of me. I can feel my asshole gaping, can feel the loss of his fullness. Zaid watches me, dark eyes assessing,

but he says

nothing.

All he does is adjust himself in his pants and moves away. That gives Jake the space to stand, his arms around me as he lifts me with him. He also doesn't say anything. He walks

us out of the living room and toward the stairs.

Zaid doesn't follow us, instead he picks up the mess of food and plates we left on the coffee table. I hear the click of the TV being shut off, the soft clatter of dishes being

stacked in the sink.

I'm too tired to fight him on it, too worn down to argue that he should just join us in bed.

I feel heavy and drained all at the same time.

By the time Jake nudges his bedroom door open with his foot, I'm half-asleep against his

lowers me onto it, and

me without letting go, pulling

It feels good to be explored in a way that makes you feel cared for. We kiss for a while, tangled

a false sense of security. The memories will

to keep my

so do the dreams.

The nightmares.

weightless second before the impact. The smell of burning rubber. Of gasoline. The sharp, coppery bite of blood. Alex's limp body being

awake with a choked gasp, air burning in my lungs. My

myself for

have nightmares. I knew it. And I still let myself fall

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breathe, but it's ragged. Ugly. My

I feel a hand. Warm. Heavy. Resting

and Zaid's there. Laying beside me, his dark eyes on mine,

him. But he's here now, and when he touches my face, it's careful. His thumb brushes over my cheek like he's memorizing the

is rough with

want to say something.

moves and I blink in the darkness

get it out. His

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