Page 99 of Just One Moment
Hiseyes fall to his feet, confirming he witnessed it all.Myheart thunders in my chest, so different to the happy beat it thumped to minutes ago when he told me he loved me.Iwait for him to respond, plead at him with my eyes to speak to me.Whenhe finally talks, my eyes fall shut.
“Areyou ready to leave?”
Notwanting to drag this night out any longer than necessary,Istart walking toward his car with him following closely behind.
Onlyfew would spot the unease in his muscles, the way his hand finds the back of his neck, or how his eyes dart to the side.He’spanicking.Quietly.AndIdon’t know what to do.
Somethinglingers in the air between us during the journey home.It’snothing like the serene and quiet momentsI’mused to.Thissilence isn’t him taking the time to find the right words.It’savoidance.
Idon’t push him to talk and give him the spaceIknow he needs, but after neither of us speaks for what feels like hours as we get ready for bed,I’mready to combust.
WhenIreturn from the bathroom and findGrahamsitting on the edge of my bed, some of my anxiety subsides when he opens his arms for me.Icatapult myself into him and bury my face into his neck.Hisbody is rigid, butIconvince myself it’s from all the socializing and being aroundher.
“Canyou tell me what you’re thinking?”Imurmur into his skin.
Hecups the back of my head and kisses along my jaw. “I’mthinkingIwant to make love to you.CanI?”
It’ssomething,Ithink, and it’s clear he craves the comfort of touch right now.
“I’dlove nothing more.”
ThepajamasIput on are useless.Hepeels them from my body in no time.Thesame goes for his briefs.Wesettle on top of the comforter and when the blunt head of his cock settlesbetween my thighs, he doesn’t push forward likeI’maching for him to do.Helies there, cocooning me in his warmth, while breathing deeply against my pulse point.
“Lookat me,Graham.”
Myheart cracks when he does.There’sno doubt he wants me, andI’mright here, underneath him.Sowhy does he look at me likeImight disappear in his next breath?
“Ilove you,”Iwhisper.
“God,Quinn.Ilove you so much,” he says on a sigh and finally sinks into me. “Youhave no idea.”
Igasp as he fills me, and my hands fall to his ass, encouraging him to move deeper. “Showme how much.Please.”
Withan agonizing slowness, he enters me until he’s fully seated.Everytime with him is incredible; whether it’s sweet and sensual or fast and greedy.Tonighthe’s making love to me so gently, it makes my chest ache.
Ilove you.Ilove you.Ilove you.
Hewhispers against my lips with each roll of his hips.
Ilove you.Ilove you.Ilove you.
Imoan into his mouth asIcling to him with each thrust.
Wesay those words to each other over and over long after he finishes inside me.It’sonly when our eyes fall closed that we stop.
Ican’t fall asleep, and with his head resting on my chest,I’mnot sure if it finds him either.
Tonightwe shared something sacred.There’sno doubt he meant what he said.
Sowhy does it feel like he’s pulling away?
Athumping soundbeside my head is the first thing to greet me whenIwake up.Theempty space beside me is the second whenIpeel my eyes open.Curly’stail whips against the pillow as the dog whines at me.Thetime on my phone tells me it’s still pretty early butGrahamusually goes for a run onSundaymornings.
I’mhoping he just needed a good night’s sleep and some fresh air to clear his head.
“Morning, little guy.”Istroke a hand down his shiny coat. “Where’syour daddy?Where’sGraham?”
Asif he heard his name, the man himself walks into the bedroom just as my phone rings.