“Yes.”
“No!”
Our faces are inches apart at this point. Anger radiating from every inch of my body. We get here so fast, all the time. Little things turn into massive arguments which always turn into, well… sex.
So it comes as no surprise when our lips smash against each other in a heated frenzy. I move my hands to her ass, picking her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I feel her moaningthrough the kiss, our tongues gliding against each other. I walk her towards the wall, slamming her against it.
“Fuck.” She moans and I move my lips to her neck, littering hickeys all over her. She’s mine. Only mine. I need everyone to know that.
“No more Chloe.” I grit against her neck.
“Fuck you.” She spits back and bites my neck in return, making me wince in pain.
“Bitch.” I groan, ripping her shirt as she starts licking my earlobe. My mouth travels downwards to her boobs, sucking her nipples hard. When that doesn’t seem to be enough, I walk us over to her sofa, slamming her down on it as I get situated in between her legs.
She wiggles out of her underwear and I take my shirt off. She throws her head back when I move my hands into her pants, my fingers thrusting in and out of her roughly. Her wet pussy takes me in immediately, always so needy and greedy for me.
“Fuck.”
“You take it so well, baby… so needy for me.” I coo in her ear and she bites my lip in response. She smirks watching me in pain and I use my free hand to choke her.
“Be fucking good for me, okay?” I grip tighter.
“No.” She smiles deviously.
“Fucking brat.” I fuck her harder, resting my forehead against hers. “Open your mouth.” For once she does as she’s told and I spit in her mouth.
“Swallow it.” I order her and she does so straight away. I feel my pussy throb even harder and maybe she notices because she moves her hand into my underwear and attaches her mouth to my nipples.
“So fucking wet.” She grins against my nipple. My clit throbs with her fingers pressed against it. I find myself grinding into her fingers while fucking her at the same time. She circles my clit even harder and I moan into the crook of her neck. My hand is cramping but I don’t stop. Making her feel good is what I live for. It’s what makes my pussy drenched.
“I need to cum.” I whimper, clenching my pussy.
“Together.” She pants loudly and I can only nod because pleasure takes over my brain. I capture her lips with mine and we both reach ecstasy together, her hips jerking up and mine meeting them.
“Fuck!” We shout in unison and if I had a penny for every time that happened, I would have thousands. I collapse on top of her and she holds me to her chest immediately, our anger now replaced with something much softer.
A few beats pass before she says, “That was our first fight as a couple.”
“I think we ended it well, don’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Gallery Opening
ADALINE
Oxford still feels like it’s testing me. Quietly every day, like it’s waiting to see if I will fail. I’m no longer the smartest person in every room, maybe the second smartest or third… I’m not at the complete end of the totem pole. There’s an assumption threaded through every lecture that you already belong, that you already know how to keep up.
The first week, I got home with my head buzzing and my notes a mess of half-finished thoughts and arrows pointing nowhere. The second week, it gets easier. Not because the work gets lighter, but because I get meaner with it. I stop apologising to myself for not understanding things immediately. I stop rereading everything twice. I trust that if I don’t get it today, I will tomorrow. Most importantly, I stop feeling sorry for myself. Now, three months later, I’ve gotten the hang of things.
Juliette notices the change before I do.
“You look different,” she says one morning, leaning against the kitchen counter while I shove books into my bag.
“Different how?”
