I could feel his breath on me as he’d somehow, impossibly, moved even closer to my side. Blocking off the edge of the door that would’ve opened if I could’ve pulled it.
Now he’s leaned against it.
“They,” He cupped the rounded mound on my pelvis toward my hip. Cradling it almost violently. “Do all the work for me. Bring you straight to me…”
“I’m not here for you.” I said resignedly. “I’m here for them.”
I nodded over his shoulder toward where I could see the outline of Bethanie’s body. Now silent on the bed as if she’d passed out from the exhaustion and pain.
It is mostly true. But my words sounded weak even to my own ears.
I don’t even know how I got here. Or why he’s all I can think about. Right alongside the lust growing in me was the hatred. I was resenting him more and mor
