Chapter 160

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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

he lowers me onto it, and I shiver a

next to me without letting go, pulling me in close.

thrusting mine into his mouth. It feels good to be explored in a way that makes you feel cared for. We kiss for a while, tangled up together, his

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

to keep my eyes

so do the dreams.

The nightmares.

smell of burning rubber. Of gasoline. The sharp, coppery bite of blood. Alex's

air burning in my lungs.

hate myself

nightmares. I knew it. And I still let

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drag my hands over my face, trying to breathe, but it's ragged. Ugly. My eyes sting,

hand. Warm. Heavy. Resting on

Zaid's there. Laying beside me, his dark

I 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

is rough with sleep, but it

want to say something. I don't

blink in the darkness when I suddenly lose sight of

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