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There is something wild and unrestrained about her that I love. I groan as I brace one hand on the wall, thrusting harder and faster into her. She cries out as I bury myself to the hilt.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say as I bury my face in her shoulder.
She moans as I graze her collarbones with my teeth. As her inner walls pulsate around me, I know I’m close to the edge of an orgasm.
I let go of her hair to reach between our bodies. My fingers circle her bundle of nerves, teasing her until she is writhing against me.
“Please,” she says, her voice breathy as she looks at me. “Please.”
I groan as her begging sends me over the edge. As I thrust deeper into her, rolling my hips, I continue to toy with her. It doesn’t take long for her orgasm to follow mine.
She slumps against my body as she comes down from the high.
When I lower her to the floor, she looks up at me. There are a million different emotions flickering in her eyes as she puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back a step.
“We still have a lot to talk about,” she says, her voice only a little more than a whisper as she looks up at me.
“I know we do. But that can wait until morning.”
I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder, her laughter making me feel as if there might be a way to work everything out between us.
Tomorrow, we’ll talk about what this is going to look like. Right now, I’m going to enjoy the last few normal moments we might have with each other.
Chapter Five
Hannah
Thesunisstreamingthrough the gauzy curtains as I roll over and clutch the pillow beside me. My entire body aches in the best way possible as I look up at the ceiling.
What the hell is going on in my life?
It’s hard to wrap my mind around what Holden told me yesterday. Incredibly hard. And then, instead of clearing everything up, we spent the day in bed and talking about anything other than what we are going to do next.
How the hell am I supposed to navigate my own life and intertwine it with his? I have a lot of baggage of my own. I don’t know if I can deal with his also.
How do I keep secrets from my family the way that he keeps secrets from his?
I take a deep breath and sit up in bed, looking at the clock on the nightstand. As I sit in bed and try to untangle my thoughts, I listen for Holden.
When I don’t hear him, I get out of bed. My mind is racing. Maybe this has all been some elaborate set up just to sleep with me again.
I run my hand through my hair and take a deep breath.
Come on Hannah, who are you kidding? He’d just need to ask and you’d take your panties off yourself.
There’s no need to let my mind wander now. I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to give him one more chance to explain.
As I get dressed, I think about what to tell my sister when she asks where I went.
While we were on our way to the house, I sent her a message and told her that I wasn’t feeling well, but she had only sent a winking emoji back.
I know what she thinks is happening between Holden and me, and right now she would be right. We’re locked away having sex and pretending that the outside world doesn’t exist.
It might not be the best way to deal with whatever the hell is happening between us, but it is working for now.
I pull on one of Holden’s shirts and head to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. When I come back out, I take another look around the bedroom, trying to figure out where the hell I am.
The room is bare and there isn’t anything personal around. Most items in the room are shades of cream or grey. There is nothing remarkable or memorable at all.
