“You thought she was me,” I argue.
“And that makes you forgive me?” He snorts. “Thought you deserved better than that?”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my hands cupping my face as tears sting my eyes. I don’t know what else to say.
“Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself?” he asks. “Because I’m tired of doing it.” He hangs his head, shaking it.
“Grave…” I choke on his name.
“Leave, April.” With that, he turns his back on me and opens the shower door to turn on the water.
I hang my head; the first tear runs down my cheek as I turn and exit his bathroom. I close the door behind me and lean back against it, unable to move my legs. My mind screams for me not to make the same mistake twice. Emilee told me to communicate, and Jasmine told me to fight if I want it. And I know now more than ever that I want him. We made mistakes. I can admit that. That doesn’t mean I want to give up.
I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and open the bathroom door. Steam fills the large space as I stomp over to the shower and yank it open. “I’m not leaving,” I snap.
Stepping out from under the sprayer, he turns to face me. His blue eyes are tired, sad. “April?—”
“No, Grave. I will not let you…” My words trail off as I spot his arm. Purple, blue, and black ink cover his right arm in a sleeve. My heart pounds in my chest as I gaze up at him. “Why?” It’s the only word I can think of. “Why would you do that?”
His eyes stare down into mine intently. “A woman drew this, and I thought it was so beautiful that I wanted to show it off to the world.”
“It’s me.” I choke, those damn tears stinging my eyes once again. He makes me so emotional. “My drawing.”
“It is.” He nods once. “I had to have it.”
“Why?” The first tear falls down my cheek.
“Because.” He grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower. Clothes and all. “You are gorgeous, April. The most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen.”
Another tear falls. “But we… we broke up,” I say.
“So.” He frowns. “You think that made me love you any less?”
My breath gets caught in my lungs. “You love me?” I whisper.
“More than anything.”
I sniff, my chest tightening with remorse. I had so much I wanted to say to him. How I wasn’t going to leave him. How Iwouldn’t allow him to do this to him or to me. But now the words mean nothing. “I love you. And I should have told you?—”
His lips crash into mine, cutting off my rambling. I open for him, tasting my own tears. His hands go to my shirt, and I lift my arms above my head and pull away just long enough for him to remove the fabric.
“I love you,” I mumble against his lips.
He growls as his hands yank my shorts undone and shove them down my legs. I kick them off. Spinning us around, he slams my back into the wall, shielding the water with his body. Then his lips are back on mine as he slides into me.
I throw my head back, pulling my lips from his to cry out. I forgot what he felt like. How big he was. He moves, after getting a better grip on my body, and my hands go around his neck, grasping his hair between my fingers.
He wraps his free hand around my neck, and my pussy tightens. I suck in a ragged breath and stare at him through heavy eyes. He’s already watching me. The sound of our bodies slapping and the shower running fills the room, along with our heavy breathing. My toes curl, and I close my eyes when the sensation takes over. “Oh, God.” I gasp.
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GRAVE
HER PUSSY CLENCHES around my cock, and her body tightens against mine as she comes.
I lean down, attacking her lips with mine as I continue to fuck her, getting ready for my own release. I would love to take my time with her right now, but I can’t. My body fucking hurts. I’m exhausted, but I had to show her I love her. That I’m sorry for what I did and how I reacted. That I let her think I truly didn’t give a fuck about her.
I thrust one last time before coming with a loud groan. When our bodies calm, I lower her to her shaky feet but keep her pinned to the shower wall.
