Page 31 of Swamp Princess

“What?” We both spoke at the same time and now I don’t know if I heard him right. “What did you say?” Blaise takes one of the coffee cups from me, taking a swig, he eyes me.

“I said sorry for not coming over last night. You ran out so quickly and really, I couldn’t explain what happened.”

I feel my body shaking. He must be lying to me. Images of him and that prep bitch fly through my mind, but the feel of him inside me is still evident from the tenderness between my legs.

“You’re joking, right?” I nod to the bed. “Were you that drunk, you don’t remember last night?”

“Brin, what are you talking about?”

I scoff. This isn’t fucking funny anymore. Not that it ever was. “Last night, Blaise. You and I had sex. This isn’t funny anymore.”

Blaise’s eyebrows shoot up and he stares at me. He slowly steps forward and in slow motion, I listen to the words coming out of his mouth. “No, Brin, we didn’t. I never made it here. I made it as far as my car and passed out in the drivers side. I came to tell you that I didn’t have sex with anyone last night.”

“What?” I feel like a parrot repeating myself. If I say it enough, it will become true. “That’s not true. We had sex.”

“No, Brinley, we didn’t.” His tone is serious, and I know Blaise well enough that he wouldn’t joke about this type of thing.

“But…I feel…” I don’t even know what to say to him as I struggle to remember what happened last night. Images and feelings shoot through my mind. The pleasure I felt. Images of me biting a neck, marking it, flash through my mind and without a second thought, I reach over and yank Blaise’ t-shirt to the side.

His skin is clear. “No, this..no.” I back up to the bed. Was I dreaming? It doesn’t feel like I dreamed but I think there is a thing about intense orgasms when you have wet dreams.

“What’s going on?” Now concern is lacing his words. He sits down next to me on the bed.

“Maybe I just had a really convincing dream.” I wrap my arms around my waist, trying to search through what I think happened, to what could have been a dream.

“A wet dream, babe?”

Shrugging, I don’t really want to talk about it because I don’t know. “I guess. I just feel.” Again, I shut it down because last night was incredible in my mind. It felt like the first time, and so much attention was given to me that maybe I imagined it. Maybe I dreamed the intense connection?

Shaking off the thoughts, I turn to Blaise. If last night was a dream then I am still mad at him. I stare at him and take in every inch of his face. He got another haircut. It is a fade on the sides and the back, the top is a little longer but still, it manages to look tidy. It is a common cut among the guys of South Warren.

His brown eyes study mine and he doesn’t speak for a moment, just taking me in. I watch him as well. His chest rising and falling calmly. His heart is probably steady unlike the erratic panic of mine.

“Brin, about last night.” He moves closer to me, touching my hand and I instinctively yank it back. I was more hurt than I thought. “Please, it really wasn’t what it looked like. There is more to this.”

“Tell me then, Blaise because it seemed like it was exactly what it looked like.” My heart is breaking as he swallows and looks down at our hands, so close but not touching.

“I can’t tell you, and there are some things changing that soon will make you hate me, but I need you to know its not what it seems.”

I look into his eyes and see the softness in them. “Please, just tell me, Blaise.” I am pleading with him. I feel a distance happening that I don’t want, but he won’t respond to me.

“Can we, for just a little, have time for ourselves? One more stolen moment before our lives change, briefly?”

“I don’t like this, Blaise. I don’t know what you mean. Why are you keeping things from me?”

“It’s for the best, Brin, and I promise that I will always love you. Can you please let me make love you to right now?”

“Why? Why do I feel like you are saying goodbye?”

“Because in a way…” He pauses, looking at me intently. “Because in a way, I am, but not forever.” My heart shatters and it breaks. I feel tears slip down my face before I even gave them permission to leave my eyes. “Brin, this is for the best. I promise, and one day, I will explain what is about to happen.”

He leans in and his lips meet mine. It is slow and soft like a goodbye. He deepens the kiss, pushing me back under him.

“You’re going to hate me for this tomorrow, and I may be selfish for this right now, but I need this. I need this to hold on to.”

“Why?” I croak even as his hands start roaming my body.

Blaise doesn’t answer, just kisses me again, his hands pulling off the thin underwear I am wearing and rubbing my clit the way I like. Which for a moment, strikes me from last night. He didn’t feel like this last night, maybe I was dreaming.

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