Page 89 of Healed Heart
Jason still stands in the living room.I go to him.
“You okay?”I ask.
He nods.“I’m sorry I left.It could have waited until morning.”
I press my fingers against his soft lips.“It’s okay.Let’s just get back to bed.I have school tomorrow, and you have w—” I clap my hand over my mouth.
God, I feel awful.
Jasondoesn’thave work.He was put on leave.
How much can one man take?
“It’s okay,” he says.“The fact that my life is a total wreck isn’t your problem.It’s mine.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.I’m not sure what to say.I want to be there for him.We love each other, so his issues are my issues.
But I don’t think that’s what he needs to hear right now.
He needs silence.He needs peace.
So I say nothing.Instead, I grab his hand and lead him down the hallway to my bedroom.He trails behind me like a forlorn shadow.A part of me wants to reach out, to comfort him, but another part of me knows this is what he needs right now.Quiet.Simple quiet.
We step into my room, and I flick on a small lamp by the bedside, casting a dim glow across the room.
I slide my robe over my shoulders, letting it fall in a heap at my feet.Then I help him undress.When we’re both naked, I pull back the covers.
He slides in silently.I turn off the lamp, slip in next to him, and turn my back to him.
His cock is hard against my back, and I wiggle against him in invitation.
He glides into me with one swift thrust.
No condom, but I don’t care.He needs this.He needs me.
I sigh at the blissful completion that only he gives me.
This whole night has been about him and his needs, and I’m okay with that.
He’s gentle this time.Just smooth thrusts in and out that are more about connection than passion.He finds my hands under the covers, our fingers entwining as our bodies move together in silent understanding.
His breath is warm on the back of my neck, his heart a steady drum against my shoulders.There’s something so intimate about this moment.We are not lovers lost in passion but two souls seeking solace.
As he moves, I feel the tension seeping from him, his body gradually relaxing against mine.His grip on my hand loosens but he doesn’t let go.The rhythm of our bodies slows until we’re barely moving, just breathing in time with each other.
“Angie…”
I squeeze his hand.“It’s okay, Jason,” I whisper.“Sleep.”
The alarm on my phone buzzes at six a.m., and Tillie rustles me out of bed.
“Shh,” I tell her.“Don’t wake Jason.He needs to sleep.”
I grab my robe, take Tillie outside for her morning poop, and then get her breakfast ready while I start a pot of coffee.
A giant yawn splits my face.Staying up late having sex and then getting up in the middle of the night to let your boyfriend in and have sex again—plus the constant worry—isn’t conducive to being well rested.
Once the coffee’s done, I pour a quick cup and return to the bedroom to take a shower.
