She wraps her arms around me, one hand rubbing my back while the other runs through my hair, and I kiss her jaw. I try to remember the last time I let someone hold me like this and realize…it was probably Saige.
"I've wanted this for so fucking long, Saige," I tell her, trying to catch my breath. "You have no idea how much I've wanted it—how much time I've spent picturing you underneath me, taking my dick, and it still wasn't even close to as good as the real fucking thing. I wanted to come all over your face and in your hair to punish you, but I couldn't get my dick out of your pussy."
I'll get there before the night is over. Blood rushes to my cock again at the thought.
The hand running through my hair stills; I can feel something shift, but I'm not sure what happened.
"Why'd you stop?" I ask. "That felt really good."
"Elias…"
I prop my head up on my hand and run my fingers through her hair, watching her wince. "What? What's wrong?"
"I…need you to get off me now."
"Saige…it's okay. You're okay, baby."
"No, I'm not. This is not okay; I can't breathe."
"Saige, Iloveyou. I love you so fucking much."
She shakes her head. "Don't say that."
"Why not? It's the truth."
"Elias, please…" Her voice cracks a little, like she's about to cry. "I really can't breathe."
"Okay. Okay, I'm sorry."
The second I roll off her, she jumps off the bed and rushes into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Seconds later, I hear crying. I get out of bed, change into some sweatpants, and knock on the door. "Saige, please come out."
Nothing.
"Don't cry, Saige."
"Please leave me alone."
"I can't."
That only makes her cry harder.
"I just want to be with you. Can you just come out so we can talk? Saige?"
The shower turns on, and I sigh, sitting on the floor beside the bathroom door, leaning against the wall.
She can't stay in there forever. She has to come out sometime, and at least I can't hear her crying anymore.
Butsometimemust have taken a really long fucking time, because that's the last thing I remember before I wake up and it's daylight. I'm still on the floor beside the bathroom door, but it's open now, and I don't see her anywhere.
I pull on a shirt and head downstairs to Saige's room, but she isn't in there, either.
Great. She must have run to Dax. Sighing, I rake my hands through my hair and sink down on the bed. But then I notice something.
Her computer is gone. The drawers on the dresser are open and empty.Allof her things are gone.
Okay. This is okay. It makes sense that she'd need a little space—a little time away from this house. It's a lot.
Who am I kidding? She left me. I'm so fucked.
