Page 146 of Strange Seduction
“I’ll spend every fucking day putting it back together.”
“I don’t trust you,” she said again, but it was softer now. Not resigned—just wounded.
“Then let me earn it back. Let me remind you why we started this in the first place.” I leaned in, my voice a whisper. “Let me hold you tonight. That’s all I’m asking. Just… stay.”
She didn’t respond, but she wasn’t pushing me away. And I took that as the smallest crack in the door I thought she’d slammed shut forever.
“Please, Carmen.Just stay.”
She let out a broken breath, and I felt her fingers twitch against my lips.
Her breath came shallow now, lips parted like she wanted to say something—maybe to protest, maybe to give in.
I couldn’t tell yet.
I reached up slowly, giving her time to stop me if she needed to. My fingertips brushed her collarbone, then the edge of the towel that clung to her chest, still damp from the shower.
She didn’t move. Just stared at me, eyes wide and guarded, but she didn’t stop me either.
I watched her closely as I slipped my fingers beneath the towel’s knot. I pulled it loose, and the fabric slipped down her skin, pooling around her feet. She stood there, bare, vulnerable, but her chin didn’t drop.
God, she was beautiful.
I didn’t reach for her—not yet. I wanted her to see it in my face. That this wasn’t about sex.
“Sit down,” I whispered, stepping closer.
She stayed rooted to the floor. So I reached again, this time cradling her face in both hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. She was still wet. Still warm. Still shaking—barely, but I felt it.
“Whatever happens…I don’t want it to be goodbye.”
I wrapped an arm around her waist again and guided her backward, gently, until the backs of her knees met the edge of the bed. She sat, her hands on either side of her, towel forgotten on the floor. I got between her legs, looking up into her face like I was praying.
We kept eye contact as I lowered my head. I pulled her hips closer, my mouth already watering at the sight of her. Both legs went over my shoulders as I feasted.
Still sweet.
We kept our eyes on each other. Neither of us was able to look away as my tongue worked, circling around her pierced clit.Finally, her head fell back as her eyes rolled shut, and a soft moan vibrated my bones. The taste of her ran down my throat smoothly. I felt her toes crawling against my back and heard the scratches of her nails on the sheets.
“I’m not perfect,” I spoke, slightly out of breath as I straightened to look at her face. “But I love you. I love you so much, I can’t breathe when you’re gone. Please don’t leave me.”
She met my gaze. Her eyes finally filled, tears spilling over, and she made no move to wipe them away.
I rested my head against her thigh, wrapping my arms around her waist again as she sat there trembling.
She didn’t hug me back.
But she didn’t pull away.
And that was enough to make me believe we hadn’t lost everything.
At least not today.
…Or Is The Weakness In Me?
Still Day Ten.
I should be on a plane.
