“Fuck, Zoe,” I sigh, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my orgasm rips through me. I grip Zoe tightly, my world shifting as I spill inside her. Her sweet pussy milks me dry, and even though it’s too much, too sensitive, I can’t stop thrusting inside her. Desperate for just a second more.
Hearts pounding, chests heaving, we’re both incredibly still for a long time, pressed together as we share the same limited air.
I want to possess her heart and soul. To wear her scars proudly just to make her feel less alone. She’s everything I’ve wanted and more.
I’m in love with her. I’ve always been in love with her.
But no matter how badly I want this…I’m not sure she could ever love me. I don’t think it’ll ever matter, because I’ll take whatever she gives me. Even if it’s scraps for the rest of my life.
“When we’re together like this, nothing exists apart from you and me. When I hold you like this, all the bullshit from our past, every dark memory, every pain point vanishes…as if it was never even there. Because you are all that matters to me in this fucked up world, and I will never give up on that.”
Zoe kisses my nose. The act is so gentle, it takes me by surprise.
“I believe you,” she whispers, making me the happiest man with just those three words.
Finally.
20
ZOE
Tonight is hockey night with Via and Aaron, and just the thought of them being together again makes my stomach twist into knots. It’s been a while since they were face-to-face, but after meeting him at the office, Via confessed that she felt put off by him. So much so, that she almost canceled coming with me to Dom’s game tonight. Even though she’s been dying to go to a hockey game. I think she’s secretly hoping Aaron will bail, which is honestly likely since he’s never around these days.
But on the off chance he does show up, I have no idea if the two of them will behave or if they will unleash their wrath at the arena, turning it into a battlefield for all of New York City to see.
I have been anxiously thinking about how to keep the two of them happy and away from one another as much as possible. However, tonight, something else entirely has triggered my anxiety.
Dominik is consuming all my thoughts.
Isn’t he always on your mind?
That’s not helping.
Lately, we’ve been spending a lot of time together. It’s been weeks since we went out in public as a couple. Even though nothing has changed outwardly, everything feels different.Hefeels different. I used to be able to convince myself that I despised him, with no attraction or connection. But I can’t lie to myself anymore. What happened in the past feels inconsequential, like a faraway dream.
How did I let go of everything so quickly?
Keeping my distance isn’t even an option anymore. It’s not like he gives me any space. If he did, I could convince myself that he’s bored and uninterested, but no. He somehow wedged himself into the back of my head and refused to leave. Was it his relentless persistence? The way he broke through my barriers? Or did I unknowingly open a door, inviting him into a space I typically reserve for no one?
These confusing feelings are giving me a headache. I can’t stop thinking about his stupid face, the way he laughs, or the dimple on his right cheek when he smiles big. The way I catch him staring at me whenever I’m busy with something. This and a million other things replay in my mind all day, every day.
I hate how much I enjoy being with him.
I’ve tried to regain control, to push back against these thoughts, but it’s been futile. And worse than that, I don’t want to stay away.
It doesn’t even matter because we agreed from the beginning that this would just be sex until the public breakup happens. Something temporary to help ease the tension between us. It needs to end soon, before Aaron finds out what we’ve been doing behind his back all this time. He trusted me to help Dom out and likely thought nothing would ever happen, considering how much his best friend has pretended to hate me. Little does he know…
Oh, god…Aaron is going to kill me.
A good sister wouldn’t do this with her brother’s best friend. Whenever I’m reminded of that, it makes me want to crawl into a hole and die. But then again, when have I ever had a secretthat’s been mine? Mine to hold, to cherish, to enjoy. This thing between me and Dominik will not last forever, so why should I feel bad for enjoying what’s left of it?
It’ll be over soon. He’ll leave, and we’ll go on with our lives like we did before we collided.
All that matters to me right now is how he makes me feel when I’m with him.
Wanted.
Satisfied.
