a deeper level than anyone else had connected before. We were special. And this moment, this world, it belonged to us. At least for a little while. I did not want to go back out into the sunlit, and bitterly cold world. I wanted to stay here with him forever. If not forever, then as long as we could.
We stayed in each other’s arms for what seemed like a short eternity, neither speaking a word. Neither wanting to break the spell that was cast.
But then it happened. First he kissed the top of my head, and then he moved down to my forehead, then he spread light kisses all the way down until he reached my lips. I could taste his breath, his delicious saliva on my lips. He kissed me gently at first and I let him, but then the hunger had gotten too much for him. He kissed me harder, his tongue penetrating my lips and entering my mouth. I heard him moan softly, and then I remembered him on top of Lucy and the spell was broken.
I quickly moved away, for if I didn’t move away now, I knew all was lost.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” I got up from my place and looked down upon him. “We should go.”
He didn’t say much. He just put his jacket on and told me to follow him back out. He apologized, but I knew he didn’t mean it. Butterflies danced in my stomach, and I could still taste him in my mouth. I savored the taste, even as I wanted to wash it out as soon as it was possible. It was difficult to figure out which of the opposite feelings were right, but I knew I did not have to decide right then and there.
The trip back to his house was uneventful and surprisingly quick. The memory of the kiss, and the taste of Jack still on my lips made me forget my fear of riding the bike, and by the time he stopped the bike in front of his house, I had realized that I wasn’t afraid at all the whole trip there.
It was awkward to say the least to walk back into the house together. It felt like something had definitely happened between us, and that things would never be the same again. What happened in the cave needed to be addressed. I knew that much. But I also knew that it didn’t have to happen right away. I went into “my” room and locked the door behind me. I laid down in bed and picked up Josie’s journal. I needed to forget myself, and Jack. I needed to forget everything that had just happened, and the best way I knew how to do that was to escape into another’s world. Before, when I was younger, it was usually a novel I had found myself escaping to. Now it was Josie Browning’s diary. I put the bookmark down and started to read. At first, the words were foreign to me, as if the diary had magically been translated into another language. But with a little effort, I found that I could focus on the words again, even as tears started to fall from my eyes. I sobbed, using my hand to muffle the sound. I did not know why I was really crying, so I stopped thinking about it and began reading Josie’s words instead.
Chapter Seven
T homas is angry with me. He tells me that I am a devil woman who was sent from Lucifer himself to make his life hell. Funnily enough, he did not voice those feeling while his throbbing member was inside me, but rather soon afterward after I had suggested that we should run away together. Thomas is a maddening man. There are two sides to him: the one he shows the world, and the one only I see in the dark, as we steal moments to bring to fruition our most carnal desires. For example, the other day he took me from behind, because he had heard other men brag about it. I had never done it myself, but what Thomas wants, Thomas gets. I could not refuse a man such as he. So that fateful night we met well after midnight (I do not know how he had slipped through the sharp claws of his wife) and we had met in the barn. I thought it was going to be the usual affair. I was ready for some passionate lovemaking and a quick kiss goodbye, but I got more than I bargained for that night.
He looked guilty of
We stayed in each other’s arms for what seemed like a short eternity, neither speaking a word. Neither wanting to break the spell that was cast.
But then it happened. First he kissed the top of my head, and then he moved down to my forehead, then he spread light kisses all the way down until he reached my lips. I could taste his breath, his delicious saliva on my lips. He kissed me gently at first and I let him, but then the hunger had gotten too much for him. He kissed me harder, his tongue penetrating my lips and entering my mouth. I heard him moan softly, and then I remembered him on top of Lucy and the spell was broken.
I quickly moved away, for if I didn’t move away now, I knew all was lost.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” I got up from my place and looked down upon him. “We should go.”
He didn’t say much. He just put his jacket on and told me to follow him back out. He apologized, but I knew he didn’t mean it. Butterflies danced in my stomach, and I could still taste him in my mouth. I savored the taste, even as I wanted to wash it out as soon as it was possible. It was difficult to figure out which of the opposite feelings were right, but I knew I did not have to decide right then and there.
The trip back to his house was uneventful and surprisingly quick. The memory of the kiss, and the taste of Jack still on my lips made me forget my fear of riding the bike, and by the time he stopped the bike in front of his house, I had realized that I wasn’t afraid at all the whole trip there.
It was awkward to say the least to walk back into the house together. It felt like something had definitely happened between us, and that things would never be the same again. What happened in the cave needed to be addressed. I knew that much. But I also knew that it didn’t have to happen right away. I went into “my” room and locked the door behind me. I laid down in bed and picked up Josie’s journal. I needed to forget myself, and Jack. I needed to forget everything that had just happened, and the best way I knew how to do that was to escape into another’s world. Before, when I was younger, it was usually a novel I had found myself escaping to. Now it was Josie Browning’s diary. I put the bookmark down and started to read. At first, the words were foreign to me, as if the diary had magically been translated into another language. But with a little effort, I found that I could focus on the words again, even as tears started to fall from my eyes. I sobbed, using my hand to muffle the sound. I did not know why I was really crying, so I stopped thinking about it and began reading Josie’s words instead.
Chapter Seven
T homas is angry with me. He tells me that I am a devil woman who was sent from Lucifer himself to make his life hell. Funnily enough, he did not voice those feeling while his throbbing member was inside me, but rather soon afterward after I had suggested that we should run away together. Thomas is a maddening man. There are two sides to him: the one he shows the world, and the one only I see in the dark, as we steal moments to bring to fruition our most carnal desires. For example, the other day he took me from behind, because he had heard other men brag about it. I had never done it myself, but what Thomas wants, Thomas gets. I could not refuse a man such as he. So that fateful night we met well after midnight (I do not know how he had slipped through the sharp claws of his wife) and we had met in the barn. I thought it was going to be the usual affair. I was ready for some passionate lovemaking and a quick kiss goodbye, but I got more than I bargained for that night.
He looked guilty of
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