I knew we didn’t have a future together.
I knew that Neil wouldn’t stick around.
That one day he would leave for who knew where…
My common sense screamed it to me constantly.
But I didn’t care what was going to happen in the future.
I wanted our relationship to be meaningful.
To leave a mark on his soul.
And, right then, all I wanted to do was fly…
16
“Not answering wasn’t lying; it was just omitting details that I’d address later at the appropriate time.”
Neil
It had been a month since the candy “trade.”
I’d picked the coconut one without giving it much thought, and when Babygirl told me I was going to fly with her, I didn’t immediately understand what she meant. But I indulged her anyway to keep from disappointing her.
The things she did sometimes struck me as childish, weird, or beyond my understanding, but they brought a smile to my face, nonetheless.
Tinkerbell had been living with me since then, and we were constantly doing what she called “making love,” whereas I thought of it as “fucking her wherever and whenever I wanted.” She made me agree not to screw anyone else by promising to meet all of my needs.
And so she had.
I didn’t even think about other women anymore.
I ignored the blonds who crossed my path and instead imagined having her soft little body pressed up against mine.
I still continued to tell her that we were not in a relationship, though. At least I could be honest about that. I wouldn’t call us a couple or give her any false words of love.
Selfish as I was, I was committed to enjoying whatever it was betweenus to the maximum before I had to honor the underhanded deal I’d made with her mother.
Selene had no idea our coupling had a hard end date—an unfortunately imminent one.
As soon as I started my internship, I’d be gone. And she probably wouldn’t understand my decision at first. She would hate me, maybe even think I was a fucking liar, but I knew that, with time and clarity, she would one day stop thinking of me as the man of her dreams and see why I made the choice to let her go.
Her happiness was more important than mine, and that’s all there was to say about it.
“I like the way you scream my name…” I gasped out from behind her. I clutched her hips possessively, so hard that I left imprints from my fingers on her snowy skin.
I watched her ass as it rhythmically struck my pubic area. I watched the curve of her back, glistening with sweat…because she was perfect.
Her slim shoulders and narrow hips were perfect. The line of her spine was perfect. The back dimples that I brushed with my thumbs were perfect…my Tinkerbell was perfect, especially when she whispered how much she cared about me, that it wasn’t just physical pleasure, and that she gave me what I needed because she loved to feel me truly engage with her.
“Tell me you’re mine. Only mine.” She turned her face slightly to look back over one shoulder, her small hands fisting the sheets beneath us as I continued to move forcefully. I stared fixedly at the place where we were joined together, the place that was so soft and warm as I vigorously rocked in and out of it that I felt like it had a supernatural power to make me feel less wrong.
I had always been hers.
Ever since the first time Tinkerbell had fluttered her wings and alighted upon my heart.
“I’m only yours, Babygirl…” I bit her shoulder and licked along her spine, picking up the beads of sweat that gleamed on her pale skin.
