He slowly lifts his head away from my neck and I feel a rush of emotions running through me. My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear it thumping in my ears. I am completely taken aback as he looks deep into my eyes, time seems to stand still for a moment. I am in shock, unable to move or speak, lost in the intensity of his gaze. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, holding a captivating allure. I feel as though I’m peering into the depths of his soul.
“I love you, too,” I whisper, scared.
Why did I say that? Do I love him? Fuck. Oh my god…I love him.
His movements become increasingly rapid and intense. My heart races and I struggle to catch my breath. Every thrust feels like a battle against my exhaustion.
“Baby…” he whines.
“Fill me up with your cum, Nate,” I moan.
“If you insist.”
His hips and ass move with incredible speed and fluidity.
“That’s it, come for me, ”I gasp.
“Uhh…uhh.”
I wrap both legs tightly around Nate’s waist, drawing him in even closer as he drives into me with a final, powerful thrust. He releases himself completely, filling me up with his cum.
Nate collapses onto me, his weight pressing into me. I can feel the heat of his skin against mine, his breath hot and ragged against my neck as we both tremble in the aftermath.
Through the window, the moon’s pale glow casts a shimmering light on our glistening skin, damp with sweat. Our bodies entangled in a tight embrace as we lay there, catching our breath and holding onto each other.
We lay in bed and the room is silent except for our breathing. His arm wraps around my neck and I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. My head rests on his chest and I can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It is a peaceful moment, I feel safe and content in his embrace.
Nate’s unexpected words break the room’s stillness, “I’ll help you pack your things.”
I feel a sudden jolt of confusion, causing me to sit up and clutch the covers tightly to my chest. “Wait, what?” I ask, trying to make sense of his unexpected offer.
“You’re coming home, right?” he asks, sounding just as puzzled as I am.
I take a moment to reflect on everything that has happened. Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god,” I gasp, utterly in shock. “You said you loved me just to get me back to the house, didn’t you?”
Nate finally sits up and looks at me with a pained expression. “No. I do love you, Tessie,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
However, I can’t bring myself to believe him. “Bullshit!” I hiss back. My eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What, has Cain put you up to this?” I demand.
“No! If you ask me to jump, I will ask you how high. If you want me to run, I will ask you how far. Whenever you cry, I will be there to wipe away your tears. Your pain is my pain, I feel it deeply. Tessie, I am hopelessly in love with you. I just wish you could see that,” he asserts, cupping my cheek.
“I’m sorry, Nate, but I’m having difficulty believing you. It feels like I have no control over my actions. I’m just being manipulated like a puppet on a string by you three,” I say, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
He wipes my tears away with his thumb. “You’re not just some puppet on a string,” he says softly, his voice filled with compassion. “We all care about you and want to ensure you’re safe and happy, baby.”
In an instant, an overwhelming sense of anxiety takes over me, leaving me feeling uneasy and unsure. I question my ability to love and what being in a relationship means. As I try to sort through my thoughts, I struggle to articulate what’s happening in my mind.
Feeling overwhelmed, I mumble, “Nate, I think it’s best if you leave,” my voice barely above a whisper. I can see the look of confusion on his face as he tries to understand what’s happening.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “I’ll text you, ok?”
He hesitates for a moment as if he wants to say something.
“Baby…” he says, but I interrupt him.
“Nate. Just go,” I say firmly, my voice shaking slightly.
He gets out of bed and gradually puts on his clothes while I wrap the cover around my body and wait for him near the front door. The room is quiet except for the faint sound of his movements.
Nate slowly leaves the bedroom, his eyes fixed on the ground. I stand there, holding the door open for him.
He finally looks at me and whispers, “It doesn’t feel like a home without you there, Tessie.” His words cut through me like a knife and tears well up in my eyes. He leaves the apartment and I shut the door behind him. The weight of his words hits me like a ton of bricks and I crumble into a heap, tears streaming down my face. The emptiness of the room seems to magnify my pain, which engulfs me entirely.
CHAPTER
FIFTEENTESSIE
Rae and I are preparing for tonight’s event and are both excited. We’re both wearing beautiful corset outfits and I admire how it accentuates my curves. I just finished applying my makeup, which includes dark eyeshadow that brings out the color of my green eyes and dark, red lipstick that compliments my skin tone. As I stand in front of the mirror, I start curling my hair, enjoying the process of transforming my look.
Rae takes a moment to savor the taste of the red wine in her glass as she scrolls through her music library, searching for the perfect song to match her mood. After a few moments of browsing, she selects Lady Marmalade and hits play. The catchy beat and sultry vocals fill the room, creating an ambiance of excitement and energy. Rae can’t help but tap her foot and sway to the rhythm as she takes another sip of her wine.
After curling my hair, I find myself humming the song. As the tempo picks up, I can’t resist singing along loudly and Rae joins in. We attempt to hit the high notes of the Christina Aguilera chorus, but our voices are far from melodious. In fact, we sound quite terrible.
Rae and I stand side by side in front of the mirror, admiring our reflections. Her long, jet-black hair is sleek and straight, cascading over her shoulders with a glossy sheen. Her dark, alluring eyes are accentuated with thick, black eyeliner, perfectly complementing her black lipstick. “We look absolutely stunning,” she exclaims with a confident smile.
My eyes catch sight of the delicate, lace eye masks on the table. “Let’s not forget these,” I say, passing one to Rae. I hold the mask up to my face, admiring the intricate details before carefully tying it at the back. The soft lace feels gentle against my skin. I can’t help but smile at how glamorous and mysterious I feel with it on.
