Page 69 of Xander
But maybe... just maybe... one thing would.
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I drove to her apartment, backed my bike in beside her car, climbed off, tagged a bag of clothes from my saddlebags, and then headed up the stairs.
I knocked three times and waited.
Sure, I could have used the key she had given me a few weeks ago, however, after I had to leave her at the house, I didn’t know if I would be welcomed in or not.
The door opened seconds later, and there she stood.
The vision in front of me did it.
She chased those demons back.
She erased the images that plagued me.
She smiled, “You okay?”
I nodded, “Can I take a shower?”
She eyed me up and down, her eyes landing on the drops of blood on my shirt.
I shook my head at her unspoken question, “Not mine.”
At my words, she smiled a soft smile, then stepped to the side.
I walked in and then headed to her bathroom.
I had just finished when there was a soft knock on the door.
“Yeah?” I called out.
“Anything you need me to do with the clothes you had on?” she asked.
I swallowed.
It was now or never.
To decide to fully let her in, and for what she gave me, chasing those demons back, I could do this.
“Put them in a grocery bag, one if the prospect’s will be by in a bit to get it,” I called out.
As I was drying off, the door opened, and then I watched her walk into the bathroom, and then she tagged the clothes I had on, smile softly at me, and then she carried them out of the bathroom.
I had finished drying off when I heard her front door close.
“Done,” she called out.
That night, after I ate the dinner she made, which was awesome like always, I fucked her into a coma.
I had one of her thighs wrapped around my right hip as I drove into her over and over.
My eyes were locked on hers, seeing every emotion she was feeling.
It was all written there clear as day.
Love. Affection. Wonder. Lust.
