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Chapter Eleven

Rosalie

It had been almosta week since I overheard Shane talking to Paul. Every day I wanted to ask him about what he said, but I knew if I waited until Saturday night we’d be able to talk more freely.

We were eating dinner in the hotel room, a pizza we brought with us, when I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to tell him what I overheard.

“I heard you talking to that Paul guy last week,” I said.

“You did? He’s my parole officer. Why didn’t you say anything?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was waiting to see if you’d say anything.”

“How much did you hear?”

“He thinks you should go away.”

“Doesn’t matter what he thinks. I don’t want to.”

“Because of me?”

“Listen, I know he’s right. I know Jersey is bad news for me. The old Shane would have and did blame you for my bad luck, but it’s not your fault.”

“Then you should go. Don’t stay here just because of me.”

My heart ached as I spoke. I didn’t want him to leave.

“You are the best reason to do anything,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere without you. I even told Warren that.”

“Warren? From high school?”

The guy you said I was no one to?

“Yeah, from high school. Ends up he’s moving out west. He’s going to Arizona and asked if I wanted to go too. He’s got a U-Haul for all his shit and a friend who’ll let us crash until we find a place.”

“Are you thinking about going?”

“No, like I said, I’m not going anywhere without you. You need to finish school, that’s important. How else are you going to be a famous writer?”

I can be a writer anywhere,I thought. I didn’t say it though because I couldn’t help but think I was keeping Shane from having his own life. Paul was right, I had been nothing but trouble for him.

“When is Warren leaving?”

“Probably tomorrow, Monday at the latest. Anyway, it’s a non-issue.”

Would Shane be better off somewhere else? Was Paul right? Would he have a better life away from me?I wanted to shove my head in the sand and not think about it.

“Let's talk about something else,” I said.

“Sure, whatever you want.” His hands moved up my body as he kissed my neck. “You feel tense. Let me help you relax.”

With his arms around me, he brought me to the bed. He slowly undressed me, kissing each part of me as he revealed it. His lips moved so tenderly, I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was about his leaving.

His caresses were gentle, less demanding than the other times we had been together. He held me close as he kissed me deeply. I clung to him, wishing he would never let me go.

Silently, he put the condom on and slipped back into my embrace. With his eyes locked on mine, I felt the pressure of his cock against my entrance. His lips claimed mine as he thrust his cock into me. As he slowly pumped his hips, he continued to kiss me, only stopping to gaze into my eyes.

This time was different. While sex had never been as wanton or lustful as our first time together, it was never this deliberate. With each thrust, I felt more emotion. Our first time we fucked, other times we had sex, but this time we were making love.

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