Page 59 of WTF
Into the lion’s den. Right into Win’s arms.
The cum on my chest was sticky, the taste of us still lingering on my tongue. We burned hot and bright like I was truly being touched by the sun.
“Why what?” he asked, hazel eyes seeking mine.
He knew what I was asking. He knew all too well. But if he wanted me to explain it, I would because I was a glutton for this man. I had no sense of self-preservation when it came to him.
Or maybe I did.
Maybe that was why I was so willing to answer his questions, to put him on the spot. For so long, I was silenced. Timid and afraid. I sat on the ground because I had no place to stand.
And though my insides shook and, yes, I was afraid, I’d already found my feet, and in front of him I would stand. I’d rather speak than be quiet. Ask than obey. I might not like his answers, but at least I wouldn’t have to guess.
“You’re different here,” I said, wanting to reach out and stroke him, but my fingers only made it as far as the empty space on the mattress between us. “Not as carefree.”
“No, angel, I’m the same, but everything around us is different.”
That nickname broke me down in ways I still couldn’t comprehend and maybe never would. But every time he said it, something inside me glowed. “Different how?”
“We aren’t in a nice little bubble anymore. We’re back in real life.”
Those words were like a dagger directly into my chest. I turned back to stare up at the ceiling, blinking at a sea of white. My heart screamed,I was never on a break from life!But my head whispered,Is that what that was?
When he first showed up, I was determined to get rid of him. Only I didn’t. Why? Because he was a shield. He kept the bad at bay, giving me space to breathe, offering a sense of safety I so desperately needed.
Maybe I got a little too comfortable in that bubble because when he left, it burst. I found myselfagainscared and alone. So I ran here. To safety. To him. Chasing something I only ever had with him.
I didn’t think about what he might want or feel. Because he never gave me any reason to think he didn’t want me.
That was what was different now. The way he pushed me away. Even naked in this bed, his release drying on my skin, he was still farther away than before.
“Would it be all right if I cleaned up?”
Plucking a tissue from the nightstand, he held it out. “The bathroom is right down the hall.”
I wiped up the bulk of the mess and slid off the bed, feeling a little shy at being naked. My jeans, shoes, and socks lay in a twisted heap on the floor, and I went to get them, holding them in a ball in front of my body.
Across the room, Win picked up my shirt, bringing it over, a familiar smirk tugging his full lips. “No point in being shy now. I’ve seen it all… more than once.”
I snatched the shirt from him, holding it too like a shield. “I thought you didn’t do repeats,” I snarked back.
His eyes narrowed into slits.
I raised my chin. “Move.”
His cheeks hollowed out when he sucked them between his teeth, puckering his lips like he’d turned sour. He turned sideways, though, clearing a path that I used to brush by.
At the door, I juggled my clothes, grabbed the handle, and started to open the door.
It slammed shut almost immediately, the audible click it made drowned out by Win’s deep, rumbling growl. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to wash off this mistake,” I hissed and tugged the handle again.
The door didn’t budge because he was leaning all his weight into his palm pressed against the wood. “You’re naked.”
“And you already noted that I’m hidden behind clothes.”
“Get dressed.”