Page 119 of From Me to You

“I love it. I love it too much,” I whispered against his neck.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes.”

And we abandoned the party like we always did.

We rushed into the bedroom— our lips attached together the whole time. Jay’s tongue swirled inside my mouth, taking me at a frenzied pace that left me gasping for air.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” Jay peppered kisses all over the side of my neck.

I moaned.

“You want me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please,” I begged for him.

“But you have been a very bad girl lately.” He cupped my breasts, squeezing them.

My fingers gripped his silken locks, and I pulled them hard.

“Tell me why?” His hands suddenly left my breasts while he gripped my chin to look at him.

“Tell me why. Why have you been acting weird lately? I know you have a reason.” His eyes gleamed in the golden light of the room.

My breath hitched. I was struggling, wanting his touch. I needed him now. “Jay, please. I want you now,” I moaned.

“Not until you tell me why, sweetheart. All this hot and cold behavior. Don’t hide from me,” Jay whispered against my lips.

Oh, God, I knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to make me speak when I was all hot and bothered, begging for him.

I pushed him away, but he wouldn’t let go. He lifted me and crashed me onto the bed. His arms and legs locked me in, leaving me no room to escape.

I was screwed. I took a deep breath and remembered why I was doing this. And why couldn’t he ever know the reason.

“There is nothing to tell, Jay.”

“Oh, there is. I know you better than anyone.”

“It’s all because I hate it, okay? I hate it here,” I punctuated.

He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Look, I don’t want to argue with you tonight. Either you have me or let me go.”

Jay sighed but relented. I guess he didn’t want to fight tonight either.

His mouth crashed into mine again, this time with anger, frustration, and love. And I kissed back, pouring over all my desperate hidden feelings. It was the only way I could show him the truth.

“I will let it go, for now, sweetheart. But next time, you won’t be so lucky.”

Lucky. The concept of being so fortunate that everything in life comes easily to you. I used to think I was so lucky to have Jay in my life. Now I wondered if I was ever lucky at all. More like a misfortunate.

Jay’s exploring hands under my dress interrupted my musing. I sank into his warmth as he gloriously worshipped my body.

Soon my dress joined his on the floor, and we stayed entangled in each other for hours while we profusely expressed our love for each other.

We finally uncoiled ourselves after our bodies went limp from all the pleasure. Jay slept on his stomach beside me, his arms around my neck, while I stared at the dots on the ceiling.