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“That was just sex,” I say.
“It was neverjust sexbetween us and you know it.”
“Well then it’s going to take more thanjust sextofixthings between us,” I retort as he slides out of me and I stand searching for my pants.
“But it’s a start, right?” I look back at him, the lightsfrom the tree catching the beads of sweat as he lays spent on the couch, his cock still semi-hard on his stomach. His t-shirt is pulled up, exposing his still-cut abs and my mouth aches to lick each one. “Let me try to fix it.”
“Put that away!” I chastise him as I step into my pants.
“I can’t move. I think you may have broken me.” He reaches for his cock, stroking it slowly. “Can you kiss it and make it better?”
I laugh at him and fall onto the couch next to him, stilling his hand with mine. “I already did what you like, that’s a bonus for another day.”
“Another day?” His eyes are wide.
I hold his gaze before nodding. “I must be insane right now.”
“My dick always did make you crazy,” he snickers and I pinch his thigh. He yelps and quickly pulls his boxers back up.
“Maybe this could work,” I say tentatively.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“I’m not just saying it. I missed you so much, Jack. Even when you were right next to me, I missed you. But I can’t do that again. So we need to decide what this looks like going forward.”
“Thank you,” he replies quietly.
“For what?”
“For at least being open to listen. There's a lot to talk about,” he says.
“There is. But there’s also a short window before you go back to New York.”
He nods. “Come on, that’s talk for the morning. Can we go to bed?”
“Not in the same room!” I exclaim.
“Why not?”
“We’re lucky we didn’t get caught out here. I’m not going to confuse Joey! I don't want to give him false hope.”
His eyes hold mine, and it looks like he wants to say more. Instead he stands, holding his hand out to me and helping me up. He wraps me in his arms, and we just stand like this for a moment, hugging, and it feels how it’s supposed to be.
And I’m worried that I’m the one with false hope around here.
Chapter 12
Jack
Waking up in the same house as Courtney but not next to her is awful. Last night was long overdue and I wish I had given her more. But it’s classicus. The banter and the teasing throughout the night, be it a tenth of how we used to be, was such a buildup, I couldn't think until I had her.
It cemented my need to be here. My decision to move here permanently came to me while she was on top of me. I can’t go the rest of my life never feeling again the way I do when she’s next to me, touching me, loving me.
Grabbing my phone, the time reads quarter to six in the morning. I have notification after notification of emails and missed calls. After being with Courtney, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I went to my room, knowing she was on the other side of the wall, and laid in bed replaying our moment, still feeling like I was inside her. I palmed my cock and whispered her name, bringing myself to orgasm, hoping it would put me to sleep. All it did was make me burn hotter for her.
I rolled over, forcing myself to sleep.
And now this morning, I see all the work that is waiting for me. I have texts from my assistant asking for details on certain accounts, but upon checking the numbers on the exchange, everything is looking pretty good. I answer his questions, tell him to run through the emails for anything dire, and let him know to call with an emergency, but otherwise, he can handle it.
