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He was fucking and loving me all at once.

He was taking my heart and holding it, promising he would take care of it and the silly little thing believed it. My body tensed and my lips parted into a quiet scream as my body dangled over the edge and he groaned into my ear, the sound of his pleasure proving to be too much. I cried out his name just like he’d wanted and collapsed onto the table, my legs giving out on me as my orgasm ripped through my body with no compassion. Derek followed, finishing inside of me, our rapid breathing filling the air.

Neither of us spoke.

Neither of us dared move.

Reality hit me like a train and tears blurred my vision as Derek leaned in, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades before he pulled away.

Don’t regret this.

Don’t regret this.

Please, Hannah, don’t regret this.

I forced myself to stand, and then to take a step and another, until I ran down the hallway, not once turning to face him, even when he called my name. I crawled into bed, pulling my sheets over my body, letting a heartbroken sob rip through my chest and the tears fall.

He’d fucked it all out of me, alright.

He’d showed me how good it could be, how good it was.

It was the unknown that scared me.

I cried, mourning the woman I was too afraid to be because that was the woman Derek deserved.

More than anything, I cried because I was too afraid to give myself the chance to be happy. I hated that part of me...I hated the fear, hated the trauma.

It wasn’t until I felt the bed dip next to me that I realized I wasn’t alone. Derek’s arms surrounded me and unable to fight it any longer, I turned around, burying my face in his neck as I cried.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered into my hair. “Just breathe, baby. It’ll be okay.”

Chapter 19

Derek

The light of the morning sun poured in through the window, barely contained by the blinds in Hannah’s bedroom. It didn’t seem to matter to her.

She slept soundly, her hair spread across her pillow and her lips slightly parted.

She looked at peace.

After a night of passion and heartache, she seemed like she could finally rest. I’d held her through the night, held her as she cried and not once did she pull away.

I wasn’t sure what would happen once she woke up, though.

Hannah was unpredictable.

Her actions weren’t always what her heart wanted her to do, and this time, I wasn’t sure I was willing to withstand the storm that came with her.

I wouldn’t be able to fucking handle it.

Not after last night.

Not after she’d let me have her again…let me touch her.

Be inside her.

Because while Hannah could pretend we could be nothing more than fuck buddies, I couldn’t. The woman owned every fucking part of me and didn’t even realize it. She could tear my goddamn heart out of my chest, and the damn thing would still beat for her.

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