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“I can’t believe you’re mine.” His jaw hardens, voice dropping so low it makes my pussy clench. “I think the same thing.”
“And you’re going to do just as good, right? Remember, your mouth was made for my cock. Just look at yourself; it’s already open and ready to taste. Lean in, baby, and suck.”
“You’re so hot,” he grunts, jaw clenching and voice deep and throaty. It doesn’t sound like him. “I’m so fucking obssessed with you.” “Yeah?”
A little more and I’m panting and feeling dizzy. Fuck, he’s so huge. I grip his shoulders, holding my breath again, as I lower myself some more. Inch by inch, he stretches me. You’d think I’m losing my virginity from how tight I am.
“Josie, I don’t think I’m going to last,” he says like he’s pleading with every inch of his life. “Don’t move.” “I have to. I need to,”
“You guys can do that couple shit later. Tell us who got it right.” Noah interrupts the moment, looking disturbed by our interaction. “Gray. He was the closest,” Daniel states. “It was March 17th,” he proudly and happily announces.
She hums in agreement. “I love it when hot and nice people date each other.” I wouldn’t say I’m nice, but I keep that to myself. “Anyway, I’m going to let you go. I’m going home with him. I can’t say what I will and won’t do, but I’ll call you tomorrow.” “Okay, but if you need anything, call me. Be safe.” “Yes, Mom. Will do.”
“Don’t pretend to be okay. Let yourself feel,” she whispers. “It’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. I’m right here. I won’t go anywhere.”
“No, I want to stay a little. Stay with me?” Sweat beads my back and heat flares inside, making me hot. “I…” she falters, eyes bouncing over with hesitation. “Yeah, I’ll stay with you.”
“I know, but…” he laughs to himself and cups my face, his heavy-lidded eyes pinned on me. “You’re so beautiful. Like really, really beautiful, do you know that?”
“And I really, really, like, really like you.” He kisses my forehead and inhales. “You smell so good. I love the way you smell. I have to tell you a secret.” “Yeah? What’s that?”
Once we’re in the corner, he leans down until his lips graze my ear. “I’m obsessed with you.” My body warms. “Yeah?” “Mm-hmm, sooo obsessed…I just want to make you happy. You deserve to be happy. I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” My thick voice quavers. “I thought I could hide what I felt to make you happy.” I know he’s drunk, but I can’t do this.
I lean over and whisper against his temple, “You deserve good things, Daniel. You deserve to be happy. I’m sorry it couldn’t be with me.” Then I kiss the top of his head and walk away. “Josie.”
“You’re okay, Danny. Breathe in and out,” he instructs, and I think, he sounds distant. Why does he look blurry? I can’t breathe. “You’re okay. I’m right here. Breathe in and out. Danny, look at me. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re okay.”
It hurts and that’ll probably never go away, but you can share your pain with me. Josie.
Reluctantly, I agree. “How did she get home last night?” I hate myself. “Noah took her. He made sure she got home safe. I promise.” I really hate myself.
“You deserve good things. You deserve to be happy.” My brows pinch in. “I am happy. You make me happy.” “No, no, I don’t. You are not happy with me. You’ve made yourself miserable. You’ve put your needs, your feelings, yourself last for the sake of making me happy. I think you lied to yourself enough that you believed it, but you’re not. I can’t make you happy. I can’t give you the emotional stability you need. I wanted to…”
“You are! You are enough for me! So enough, I can’t stop drowning in you. I crave you. I want you. I need you. I lo—” She wraps her arms around. “Don’t. Don’t say that. You’ll regret it.” I kiss her temple over and over. “I’m not. I do, Josie. You need to believe me. I—” “You need to put yourself first. I need you to love yourself first. I need you to take care of yourself first. You can’t be with me and not do that. You just can’t.” “I can do both. I can, I will, I promise.” “I know you will but not with me. I need you to let me go.” “No, Josefine, I can’t.”
“Please take care of yourself.” She kisses my forehead and stands, but I anxiously grab her wrist, drawing her back to me. “Don’t do this to me. I need you. Please don’t go.”
My chest is pounding. God, it hurts. It really fucking hurts. I walk away, or at least I think I do? I’m walking, I’m moving. No. Stop! Everything hurts. I can’t breathe.
