Page 57 of Small Town Hunter

No!

Don’t stop. Don’t end it.

But it has to end.

“Wait,” I whisper.

With a growl he pushes me against the Challenger, and starts shoving his hand up under the hoodie. His palms cup and squeeze my tits over the bra. Then they start fighting with the bra. Like he wants to rip it off.

The tinkling bell of the diner door wakes me up. People are coming out of Applebee’s.

“Crash!” I gasp. “Wait! Stop.”

He stops immediately and pushes away from me. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Nah, nah. Enough. Enough.”

I don’t know what to say.

His chest heaves as he stares down at me in what can only be shock and horror. I don’t know who he’s talking to— me, or himself— when he says, “No.No.”

I feel like a dazed moth that just pounded itself against a burning lamp. I can’t think about anything but the urge to throw myself on him again.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I still don’t know what to say. I am ashamed of myself. Crash will never look at me the same again. I’ve stained my virtue eternally.

I am a slut. A hypocrite.

Because the truth is, I wish he didn’t stop. I still want him to kiss me. To touch me. I don’t want to feel this way— I want tofeel like I’m spinning through earth and heaven with his arms around me.

“Trin, it’s not real.” He’s breathing even harder than me. His fists open and close as if he wants to touch me again.

Or hit something.

“Babygirl, it’s not real.”

“What do you mean?” I can barely breathe.

“These feelings. It’s natural— you just got out of lockup. You want to go wild, experiment— but this is wrong. Fuck, what do you take me for?!”

“I know it was sinful — ”

“To hell with that!” He roars.

I bite my lip.

“Look,” he says in a more controlled voice. His arms come up, like he wants to put them around me again. But then they fall. He’s better at controlling himself than I am. “It’s just principle. It’s not that I don’t want— that I haven’t thought about it.” He curses. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, Trin, Jesus.”

“I’m sorry for slapping you.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry for…for throwing myself at you. I didn’t mean to be so— so— forward with myself. It was wrong.”

He shakes his head. “Trina, Trina…You’re innocent.”

You like that, don’t you? Slut. Bring those fucking tits over here…

I’m not. Not anymore.

I stare at his lips as they say, “Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

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