Feeling a little lost, she placed her feet on the ground and stood, only to wince and sit back down.
“My whole body hurts.”
Her ass, her pussy, and even her knees, elbows, and spine hurt from being on her face for most of the night.
She looked over at the mirror near her bed and almost screamed in horror. “Fucking hell! I lookawful!”
She rubbed her smeared make-up. All around her mouth was black with lipstick, and mascara tears stained her cheeks. Her foundation was blotchy.
She hoped this was just an aftermath of sleep and not what she’d looked like during sex! She had a feeling she was wrong.
Slamming her face into her hands, she shook her head.I can’t do that again.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t keep summoning him for a wild night.
I have to go back to reality at some point, and I don’t want to be taking days off from work because of kinky sex.
She loved it. She loved it so much, but she couldn’t fulfil her life with a monster when there were real people to meet. Someone out there could become her husband, or even the father of her kids if she ever actually decided on that. Though she didn’t know if she wanted children; she might be too busy for them.
He’s just trading sex for sexual energy.It didn’t...meananything.
She looked down at her phone screen, and the dating app was right there when she didn’t want it to be.I’m avoiding texting that guy because of it.
She didn’t know why she started crying, or why she brought her feet up onto the mattress to bury her face in her knees.
The sex was so good – it felt so strange and yet so right – but it was just a fantasy.Twice is enough.
She shouldn’t have summoned him the second time.
What the fuck am I doing?
And why did her house feel emptier, lonelier, colder than ever before?
I want a cuddle...
Chapter
Thirteen
“Thanks again, Hank,” Skylar said, stepping back as he got up from kneeling next to the foot post of her bed.
“No problem,” he answered, a drill in one hand and a screw gun in the other. He placed them into his tool bag on her bed and closed the straps. “How’d you break it anyway?”
He pulled his glasses off to wipe them of wood dust with the bottom of his band T-shirt and slipped them back on his face. His hair had some spirals of wood sticking to the strands from when he’d been attaching her bed’s foot post back to the frame.
“I sat on it a little too hard and it just snapped?” she lied, offering him a grin she hoped was believable.
He nodded as if that was an appropriate answer, because no one would imagine Skylar having sex, let alone with Mr Tentacles – who was apparently big enough and heavy enough to break it.
Her smile fell when the erotic memories became clouded with the despondent feelings that had taken root over the last three days since that night. Mr Tentacles had placed a stack of books under her bedframe to keep it upright, and although she was thankful, he’d used antiques that were now a little worse for wear because of it.
That wasn’t why she was upset, but it didn’t help her sour mood.
“Are you alright?” he asked, regarding her forlorn expression. “You’ve kind of been out of sorts the last few days.”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? I’m happy to buy us some beers and we can talk about what’s bothering you.”
