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I swallow, my throat and mouth dry. “No.”
Now I’m up by his face, his arms hang lower on my body, beneath the back of my thighs. I’m too aware of how close they are to the area that is growing uncontrollably hot and moist.
“But you’re warmer, aren’t you?” He asks me.
I nod.
“And you want me to let you go?”
His hands trace higher, just inches below my ass. I’m desperate for him; my pussy throbs.
“Yes,” I whisper, but everything else about me says no.
His mouth lowers to meet mine, his lips gently lapping against my edges. I sigh as a frustrated fire rages inside me.
The voice that tells me to stop is long gone, and delicately, I kiss him back. His lips are so soft, so smooth—everything smells like him.
We kiss gently, his tongue massaging mine, and then I thrust my hips against his torso. His hands make their way up to my ass, and his grip tightens. Ellis groans.
Now his tongue is stronger, faster. I kiss him back with rapid force. My arms hang over his neck, we’re rolling, he’s pulling himself on top of me.
“Wait,” I say, breathless. “Stop.”
He pulls out, his eyes riddled with desire. I want him so much. But I turn to face the nearest wall of the barrier that encloses us.
“I think we should rest. It’s been a long night.”
He pauses, and then I feel the cold absence of his body as he rolls over.
“Goodnight, Danielle,” he says.
Chapter 10 - Ellis
They can’t know that we’re here. That’s all that rings through my mind. It’s daytime, and I’m walking through the valley with someone. I’m not sure who. I can’t see who it is, who she is. I think it’s a she, although I’m not one hundred percent sure.
“Just a little further!” I tell my companion. Whoever it is, it’s tired and wants to stop.
“Come on, don’t be lazy, I tease.”
We’re very close, and making jokes is how we usually communicate. I don’t feel this comfortable with anyone else.
The sun beats down on us. It looks perfect in a clear, cloudless blue sky. Usually, we’d wait until a little later to sneak away, but we’re feeling reckless today.
Who are we hiding from?
I wake with a start. Danielle is asleep beside me, and man, I want her so much. The moonlight streams down perfectly on her calmly resting body—her eyelashes delicately mask her eyelids, she looks like a Goddess. Now that I've tasted her once, I want more.
But that dream, what was that?
It was real. It wasn’t anything like a dream, but more a memory, a flashback, although it was of a circumstance I’ve never been in before.
I could tell that I was younger and in school, but why would I be hiding from anyone at that age? I can’t think of a time that I’ve snuck out like that, especially not with anyone else.
As hard as I try to visualize that person beside me, or deduce who exactly we were hiding from, it doesn’t come. Maybe it was a dream. The most real dream I’ve ever had.
After an hour or so of tossing and turning, another one comes again.
Someone’s in a lake. I’ve been to this lake so many times with my friends, but it’s the first time I’m going with this person. It’s midnight, and the dark water ripples like a velvet curtain beneath the moon.
