Rather short, but you guys reviewed a lot faster than I expected. I have AP testing all this week, as well as one next week, so I'm mainly devoted to Calculus, Biology and other mad awesome things like that these days. But it's 6:00 AM and I'm too nervous to sleep… so here's a chapter. Well, about half a chapter, but since I promised to update at 45, and this is as good of a chapter-ending spot as any, I decided to post it. Enjoy—and let's make it to 60! ;)
He wrapped His arms around her and pulled her close. "Mmmm… Marvelous," He whispered in her ear, nuzzling her neck.
With no more distractions keeping it at bay, the guilt-serpent returned, winding its way throughout Nita's chest. What have I done? …again.
"You're so tense," He whispered. "You should be relaxed now."
With no words she had not said in vain three times before, Nita simply turned away from him, silent.
"Come on. This part is good, too." He tried to snuggle close to her, but she started to pull away. He held tight. "Do not be like that." He propped himself up on one side and began massaging her shoulders. "What is wrong?"
Nita sunk her fingers deep into her hair, curling them around her locks in utter frustration. When she pulled them out, her hair followed, flowing over her face, covering her, shielding her from that room, but it did not—could not—shield her from His voice or her own troubled conscience.
"Do not hide, Nita. You have not done anything worth the trouble of shame."
"Somehow we disagree on moral boundaries."
"I never had patience for that hypocritical morality bullshit. 'Sex is the most awful, filthy thing on earth, and you should save it for someone you love.' Please. I am what I am: nothing more, nothing less. So are you. Accept it, and enjoy life. You do not get that much of it."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Oh, we are back to that again, are we?"
"Can we get away from it?"
"Does it matter?"
Though her first response was yes, a growing part of her could almost honestly answer no.
+Quote by Butch Hancock