Page 88 of Chemistry: The Chemist

Whatever was happening with his body, I despised. The quicker it subsided, the quicker I could have him back. The overwhelming, inconsiderate, and incredibly charming Chem. It had only been a few minutes, but he was deeply missed.

Our breathing was in sync. So was the beat of our hearts. They drummed, slowly, completely at ease in each other’s presence.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“A penny for your thoughts,” I replied, scooting so close the contours of our body began to mesh.

“Where have you been?”

“At a friend’s.”

“Not today, Choc. I know where you’ve been.”

“Then when?”

“This whole time. If I knew you’d feel like this, I would’ve found you a long fucking time ago.”

“How do I feel?” I probed, taking advantage of his willingness to divulge.

“Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” He shook his head from side to side.

“And how does that feel?”

“Like love,” he released with a sigh, pulling me into him.

Slowly, he kissed my forehead. Chills ran the lining of my spine. Words faded in the back of my head. And soundlessly, I digested the new information I’d been given. It changed everything.

I feared for our future. Mainly because it didn’t exist. To even consider one with Chem was pure delusion.

I was on the other side of the law. My kind and his didn’t mix. The day he discovered my truth would likely be the day it all ended—the relationship, the comfort, the care, and possibly my life.

I wasn’t ready. I wouldn’t ever be ready, either. While I had the chance, I’d enjoy what we were building and mourn what we’d lose at a much later date.

His breathing altered a little more with each passing second. Eventually, I realized I was the only one still awake. After his confession, Chem was able to rest. A hasty departure wasn’t my intention, so I stayed a little while longer, listening to his heartbeat and embracing the connection.

Time stood still in his arms. Gravity pulled me deeper into his embrace. If I could, I’d lay right here forever. But, life wasn’t so simple and neither were we. I gathered my bearings and ripped the Band-Aid he’d placed over my heart just minutes ago. It was difficult but I managed to tear away from him.

A few feet away, light snores erupted. A smile made my cheeks rise and my eyes tighten. Chem wasn’t a dream. He was the dream.

From head to toe, he’d been carved so perfectly. His heart was gold. His money was never-ending. His dick was long and he knew how to use it. There wasn’t much more a woman could ask for. There wasn’t much more I could ask for.

“I feel you staring.” He grunted, rolling over as a cough shook him to the core.

“I am waiting for you to make your point.”

He didn’t respond. He kept his eyes closed and his head planted on the pillow beneath him. “What is it?”

His annoyance wasn’t authentic. Not even a little. Had it been, I couldn’t say I cared much. Back on my knees, crouched on the side of the bed, I pulled his hand into mine and laid my cheek against it. My eyes never left the sleeping giant.

“It does,” softly, I claimed.

“Hm?”

“Feel like love.”

NINE

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