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He forced her to turn around and look at him. “It’s not fucking true, Bunny. I love you more than I love myself.”
“Then why can’t we?—”
“We’ve talked about this so many times, and I can’t do it again tonight. I just want to get lost in you and push everything else from my mind.”
He devoured her mouth with his before she could respond, and his hands cupped her ass as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and when he pressed himself inside her,she cried out in ecstasy. Nothing felt more right to them than when they became one. This was home, and there was no place like it.
Chapter 4
Flashback - Seventh Grade
“I’ve been calling you for hours. Why didn’t you wait for me after track practice?” Lynx asked when he entered the treehouse.
“Can you just leave!” Fateema demanded.
“Why are you crying? What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Please leave, Lynx.”
He made himself comfortable on the bean bag and put his arm around her. She said she wanted him to leave but willingly rested her head on his shoulder.
“Bunny, I’m not leaving you alone to cry. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”
“We’re best friends, Bunny. Nothing is too embarrassing for you to tell me or for me to tell you. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
She cried for a bit longer while Lynx coaxed her into telling him why she was upset.
“I was on my way to the locker room after practice… and I… umm… I heard some boys laughing behind me. I… I went intothe locker room… to use the bathroom before getting my stuff… and… and…”
“And what, Bunny?”
“There was blood all over my underwear.”
Her tears had slowed, but recounting the experience caused them to flow freely down her cheeks again. Lynx hated to see Fateema so upset but had no idea how to handle the situation. Like everyone else, he’d learned about the menstrual cycle in class but didn’t pay much attention.
“Is this the first time this happened?” She nodded. “Are you still bleeding?” Another nod. “Did you tell your Mr. Nez?”
She sat up in a panic. “I can’t tell him. He doesn’t know what to do.”
“Bunny, he’s your father.”
“So what!”
“You don’t know what to do either, and neither do I. You have to tell an adult.”
Her tears began to flow rapidly again, and she was almost inconsolable. Lynx didn’t know what to do, so he let her rest her head on his lap until she calmed down.
“I wish my mother was here,” she said after a few minutes. “She’d tell me everything I need to know and help me through this.”
If Lynx couldn’t relate to anything else, he could definitely relate to wishing his mother were still alive. Many nights, he cried himself to sleep because he missed his mother so much.
“I know, Bunny, and I’m sorry she’s not here to help you through this. What can I do? Do you need… supplies from the store?”
“My coach gave me some, but I don’t know how long they will last.”
“Do you know what you need?”
