Chapter twenty one
Novah
I awaken with a parched mouth and sweaty, sticky body. Matt's arms are caging my body, like every time I wake up next to him.
No complaints there.
I wiggle out from under his body and quickly tie my hair up into a bun. It was everywhere for I had not tied it up when I went to sleep.
When did I fall asleep?
Memories of earlier today try to crawl out from the back of my mind but I keep them at bay, shutting them out completely. Or at least as much as possible.283Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9du3Tgd5gZ
I feel around on the floor for the gallon of water that was next to my bed. I finally stumble upon it. I pick it up, uncover it, and take a couple of long, glorious gulps.
"Novah?" Matt sits up and rubs his eyes. He places his hand on the small of my back like he is testing if I'm actually here. As if I was a figment of his imagination.
"I'm right here, Matt," I reassure him. I don't care what fight we're in, I will always comfort him at night. Try to soothe the pain that threatens to consume him. Us.
I wipe my mouth of the excess water and kiss his cheek. He places his hand on my hip and kisses below my ear,
"You're not tired?" he asks in that raspy voice.
"I woke up and was thirsty,"
"Oh," he lays back down but doesn't close his eyes.
I yawn and decide to go back to sleep. At least until it becomes light outside. Then I have to confront my problems.
I lay back down in Matt's arms.
He groans.
"What?" I ask.
"Your knee is on my dick,"
"Oh, sorry," I start to move my knee away but he places his hand on top of it and moves it back in between his legs, where it was originally resting. On top of his dick....
Oh, so that's what he wants.
I know I want the distraction. I have so much on my mind right now........
I press my knee down on his bulge. I hear him exhale.
I move pet his bulge with my knee.
I continue doing this, enjoying hearing his heavy breathing and feeling his large bulge underneath my knee. It makes me feel triumphant knowing I have that effect on him.
There we go, Matt.....I think to myself, satisfied and smug.
I move my knee away and grip his erection with my hand, through his pants.
I move my hand away to tease him but he grabs my wrist stealthily.
"Don't do that," he warns.
I climb on top of him and smash my lips against his, like a fucking tidal wave.
The adrenaline that I get from the physical connection we have is like a drug. And I'm addicted. I can't quit.
He pulls my hair out from the bun and the curly mess falls down and around my face.
He grabs a fistful and pulls on it causing me to moan into his mouth and grip the side of his face with my hand.
I need to pull away but I don't want to.
I want to feel him. His passion.
Our love in physical form.
I pull his black shirt over his head to feel him.
I place my hands on his inked chest as we continuing tongue-kissing aggressively.
He pulls my hair back and tilts my head up.
His teeth graze my chin making me desire him even more. As if that's even possible......
He pulls the neckline of my top down a bit, planting sweet little kisses on my exposed chest.
"Matt, we need to talk," I say breathlessly, trying to confront our problems instead of pushing it to the side with hot, passionate, intense sex.
"Now?" He asks and places his large hands on my behind. He stares into my eyes as he squeezes my ass.
I bite my lip and gulp.
I can't stop looking into beautiful green eyes that I wasn't able to decode a few weeks ago. It used to frustrate the hell out of me. Now, I think, he lets me in. Kind of.
"Stop looking at me like that or I'll have to continue what we started,"
I shudder at his alluring threat. Everything he says sounds appealing but we have to talk.
I am at a loss for words as I stare into those pools of jade.
His eyes are solace. His arms are my peace.
No matter the havoc that he wreaks on my life, at the end of the day, I always end up in his arms.
The one place I always want to be, no matter the situation, no matter the circumstance.
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