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I lift my hips, slamming down as pleasure soars through me.
Jagger doesn’t move, and I want him to. “I need you to want this,” I sob, reaching for him. “I need you to tell me you want this.”
“Of course, I fucking do, Molly, I just…”
“Then please, Jagger. Please.”
I don’t know what I’m asking him for, but he knows. Somehow, he knows. His arm moves around my back, his hips moving to meet mine as his lips crash against me. He exhales, and I steal his breath, our cheeks wet with tears.
“I’m sorry…” Jagger grits out, burying his head into my neck. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I know, Jagger, I know.”
35
MOLLY
I’d spent so long avoiding him, hating him, that when I was finally with him, it was surreal.
We’d finally moved to the bedroom. We haven’t left in two days, and we haven’t had sex since that first time.
Jagger stares at me, his fingers drawing circles on my scalp as I talk softly.
“How have we not run out of things to talk about?” I whisper, gazing at his lips.
“I could listen to you all day.” Jagger gives me a lazy smile.
“You pretty much have,” I reply with a laugh. “Fuck, we can’t stay holed up in here for the rest of our lives.”
Jagger swallows. “No?”
“What?” I ask, watching him carefully. I’ve seen a different layer to Jagger—one that’s so fucking afraid of me leaving him. I have the power to completely destroy him, but zero inclination.
For the first time in forever, I feel safe.
How ironic.
“I’m not stupid, Molly,” Jagger says slowly, moving his hand to my cheek. His touch is warm and safe, nothing like the monster I know him to be. “I know you’re going to leave me.”
I tilt my head and stare past him out the window overlooking New York City.
I don’t want to leave him. I can’t.
It’s sick, and maybe some psychologist would have a fucking field day with this one, but I don’t care. I’ve spent so long hating my life that it feels nice to have something that makes me happy.
“I don’t want to leave you,” I say, and his eyes narrow.
“Molly…come on. I wish I could take you on a fucking date, try everything that normal couples do, but we didn’t start like that.” Jagger sighs with irritation, his brows knitting together. I can almost see him slipping back into the darkness, and I won’t let him.
“We did,” I protest, and he shakes his head. “We had that kiss.”
“After I forced you to watch me fuck someone else,” Jagger mutters, slapping his palm against his forehead. “I’m so fucked, man.”
“I did just suck off your best friend,” I point out and can’t hold back my laughter at his furious expression.
“Fuck, Molly, don’t. The thought of you with anyone else…”
I cock my head. “It makes you wild with jealousy?”
