in the silence, touching each other, relishing in the feeling of being right where we are.
Exhaustion takes over in a gradual progression, and we fall asleep entwined, completely sated and content.
I stir when a sliver of sun peaks through the tall buildings in the city, illuminating Graham’s apartment. His steady breaths dance along the back of my neck as he sleeps behind me, one giant arm draped over my waist holding me close, our legs tangled around one another. I scoot further back, enjoying the feel of being engulfed by his body.
“You keep wiggling like that, you’re gonna get poked,” he says, his deep voice raspy and groggy.
I smirk and rub my ass against him some more.
A low growl leaves him and his teeth nip at my shoulder. “I want this, every morning.”
“Sex?”
“You. In my bed. Waking up with me every day.”
“I want that too.”
His hand smooths over my hip, down my thigh, and back up again. “So let’s have it.”
I arch my back and hum on an exhale, as his palm travels up my stomach and cups my breast.
“Is that a yes?” he asks, circling his thumb over my raised nipple.
I take his hand and guide it down between my legs, skimming his fingers over my wetness. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Live with me, Eva. Let me cook you dinner every night, and make love to you every morning. Let’s build our lives together.”
“Yes.”
He slips his growing erection inside me while I rock against his fingers.
“I don’t care where we go,” he whispers at the cusp of my ear. “I just need you here with me.”
“Yes,” I say again.
His strokes are slow and deep from behind, and his fingers move in languid circles, teasing me, worshiping my body.
He’s taking his time.
We’re in no rush.
We’re at the start of forever, and nothing and no one is holding us back.
Not anymore.
Not ever again.
The End
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Cool as a Cucumber
I had barely walked through the door and I could already hear them whispering.
I don’t know why I was surprised; I knew they would be. It was so cliché: troubled girl walks through crowded cafeteria while everyone stops what they are doing to stare, leaning in and covering their mouths to mutter something to their friends. Part of me wondered what they were saying; the other part of me knew I was better off not knowing. Instantly, I had flashbacks to walking through the halls in sixth grade, right after everyone heard the news that my mother had up and left. That I could handle – this was worse. Focusing straight ahead, I tried to act natural, as if today was just like any other day; as if the past three weeks were just one awful nightmare that I would soon wake up from.
“Just breathe. Cool as a cucumber, remember?” The arm of my best friend linked with mine. Her words of encouragement only confirmed that I did not look natural at all.
“I do not feel very cucumber-like. This was a bad idea.”
“Here. Sit.” Shelly stopped next to an empty table and pulled out a chair for me. “What do you want – pizza or Chinese?”
“You are not going to leave me here alone with these vultures while you bring me a tray of food, like I’m some helpless cripple. I’m coming with you.”
“How are you going to carry a tray of food with that?” She pointed to the sling cradling my left arm.
“Can we not, with the pointing?!”
“Yes, because it was my pointing that called attention to the big contraption wrapped around your arm.”
I sighed as we made our way to the pizza counter. “Remind me why I let you talk me into coming here for lunch?”
“Because you needed to get out of the house... and because you were beginning to smell a bit ripe.”
“The doctor told me I had to wait a few days before showering!”
“Two days. The doctor told you to wait two days. Not five.”
I rolled my eyes and opened the refrigerator while Shelly ordered our slices. I tried to balance both of our soda bottles in one hand. It was difficult doing everything with one arm. It was even more difficult for me to ask for help.
“I’m serious,” she continued, tucking her red hair behind her ear. “I don’t think Febreze is going to save that poor recliner you’ve been laid up in. We probably have to burn it.”
I felt