Chapter 160

Two Hours-1

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

as he lowers me onto it,

letting go, pulling me in close. His lips

mouth. It feels good to be explored in a way

safe. It's a false sense of security. The memories will always haunt

exhausted to keep

and so do

The nightmares.

burning rubber. Of

jolt awake with a choked gasp, air burning in my

myself for

knew I'd have nightmares. I knew it. And I still let myself

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to breathe, but it's ragged.

a hand. Warm. Heavy. Resting on my

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

didn't hear him. Didn't feel 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 sight of

murmurs. His voice is rough with sleep, but it wraps around

want to say something. I don't know

blink in the darkness when I suddenly lose sight

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