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, and

in next to me without letting go, pulling me

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

a false sense of security. The memories will always

I'm too exhausted to keep

comes and so do the dreams. The

The nightmares.

shrieking. Tires skidding. That awful weightless second before the impact. The smell of burning rubber. Of gasoline. The sharp,

air burning in my lungs.

myself

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

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breathe, but it's ragged. Ugly. My eyes sting, but I

hand. Warm. Heavy.

there. Laying beside me, his dark eyes on mine,

hear him. Didn't feel him. But he's here now, and when he touches my face, it's careful. His thumb

His voice is rough with sleep,

to say something. I

and I blink in the darkness

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