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Chapter 18: I can breathe

Emily PoV

I was wet to my bones. The rain was thumping heavily around me as I rambled over the bridge. Maybe I didn't think this through.

I was on my way to Naomi, and it was the middle of the night and a fucking thunderstorm raging.

Another lightning made me slightly jump, and I wrapped my hoodie tighter around myself. Not that it was making a difference, I was still going to be soaked when I arrived.

The last week had been shit, to say at least. I talked to Effy last wednesday, told her everything that'd happened - and found out a few things about Karen. It was a big letdown after the great weekend at Homde. There I had two girls trying to get my attention, and then I found out they both only fucked me around. Great self-esteem boost that is. Not that I wasn't too shocked by what Karen did, but adding that to the heartbreak Naomi had caused, it only fueled my deep hurting.

I slept at Effy's that night, and in the morning I felt so bad and so let down that I couldn't stand the thought of getting up to work and face her. It was like a permanent stone had fastened itself in my chest, and it just made me want to cry. And seeing Naomi again, knowing that she wasn't returning my feelings after such a night out at the beach, would definitely open pipes.

But I couldn't afford not to work, so I begged my mum that day to let me take a few shifts in the store - and then make her tell Doug that it was highly needed that I do that. Of course she was overly ecstatic for me wanting to work there rather than at the industry, so that went well. The next worry was crossing my fingers that Naomi wouldn't stop by.

The intension wasn't to avoid her forever, just until the sudden strikes of pain by thinking about her subsided. I was fully prepared to heal from it, from her. Only it was easier said than done. She was impossible to just get over. She had already imprinted herself in my heart, it seemed. Because I couldn't get her out, not from my thoughts or from my dreams. The nights were the worst. It was exhausting to feel everything and nothing at the same time.

Katie heard me crying myself to sleep friday night. She swiftly got up from her bed and moved to mine and held me for the night. She asked me what the matter was, but I couldn't find the words there and then. Just having her holding me, comforting me, it was all I needed to get me by. Talking about her would've permanently broken me down.

Because god how I missed her. Saturday was the third day I'd gone without seeing her and talking to her, and I was beyond depressed. I was fucking crushed. Before, only the presence of her made everything better. And now, the only one who could make it feel better was the one behind the gun. And the promise of me just needing a few days silently ticked by, and went down the drain. How could I kill these feelings in such a short notice?

Even though she'd done an horrible thing (something Effy made me admit after hours and hours of talking) I still wanted her. Still loved her. And for what? She still wasn't interested in small, boring and useless me. I couldn't wrap my head around why she'd asked me for that trip to the beach. Did I pressure her into it? After all, I did jump in naked and dared her to join me. I didn't make her kiss me though. And I sure as hell didn't make her lift me up and have sex with me there. Nothing made sense - other that she used me for a shag. And that hurt me insanely, because I knew she felt that spark. I knew she knew about my feelings. She had to, right? Why else would I push her into a bathroom and kiss her senseless on the clock.

Anyhow, I told Katie everything saturday. And she was of course up and on her way out before I could tell her the whole story. I had to physically hold her back and make her promise me not to seek her out and kick the shit out of her. I loved Katie, but she was too protective sometimes. She only agreed if she was allowed to a confrontment if she accidentally ran into her. I rolled my eyes but agreed as it was the best I could get out of her.

Katie ditched the dance that night to be at home with me and watch a movie. Which was really big of her, as she loved these things. It was an opportunity to dress up and show herself to the whole island. And she always bathed in every compliment she got and I didn't. But now she didn't want that, now she was a real sister, finally. She sat beside me and gave me worried glances from time to time, and didn't complain when I cried in the tragic end as she normally'd done.

When monday came around, Katie joined me for work, shocking the shit out of me. She said it was so Panda could have a few days off, but I didn't really believe her. I had a suspicion that if Naomi showed her face and ran into me, she would successfully sweep in and sweep her off her feet. Unromantically. More like with a punch to her nose.

The days went by slow and they were all somber and uneventful. It was mostly just me and my aching self. I wondered if I'd ever get the strength to face her again. I had to, we were living in a rather small place after all. I just wished the holiday to France could've been a week earlier, so I could get away from here and her. But no such luck. I busied myself with other projects so I didn't have to think about her all the time.

Effy came over wednesday night and talked me into getting back to the industry. She said that it wasn't helping me working in the store just to get away from her, when I really didn't like the work there. She was right. I was neglecting my own needs just to avoid her. And what about that promise? I guess it was time to pay up.

I made Effy wait with me outside thursday morning so I didn't have to sit with her in the canteen. When I saw her down in the common dressing room, it was like my chest split open again. I was afraid that I was leaking emotional blood all over the place, as my wounds painfully opened again. With this reaction just seeing the back of her head with that big blonde mop of hair, I couldn't even imagine my reaction when I saw into her piercing blue eyes again. I would without a doubt be gone again, and never resurface.

I decided to hold everything inside, and not talk to her - as I was sure she would come talk to me since she wanted to be friends. But she didn't. I could feel her staring though. All the time. But I held my ground, partly because the thought of the same pleading face she gave me when she asked to be friends would without a doubt make me tear up, but most because Effy told me to. I had no idea what she was up to, but she was oddly in tune with how to pull people strings in the right way.

She just said 'Soon, she'll understand.' every time I terrified asked how to get through this and get over her. I really wanted to erase everything that had happened from Homde until now. But I'm not sure that would do. Because I'm pretty sure these feelings were here since the first time I saw her. I was just unlucky enough to not strike gold. Or a lesbian.

So I sticked to Effy and was endlessly glad that she was backing me up through all this. Not that I had a doubt about it, it was just good to have people care for one. Especially when the only one you wanted to care, didn't.

The last period friday afternoon went by slowly, oh so slowly. I listened to the radio in my hearing protection and found solace in the lame joking the hosts were making. But then that fucking Adele song came on, and it was such a rush on the conveyor belts that I didn't have time to switch channels. Which made me have to listen through someone like you and try not to think about Naomi. But of course I did.

And everything came rushing back. The awareness that she was standing right behind me up on some ledges hit me. She was so close to me, and yet so unreachable. That I was head over heels in love with a girl that had made me feel it all, and then left me after she confessed she'd only done it because she hadn't anything better to do. I was an experiment to her, caused of her bored stay here. I was feeling so much, more than I ever felt towards anyone, because I thought she was different. Because I thought I could see myself in her eyes. Because I thought she would fucking care for me back. Love me. Protect me. Want me.

After I heard that song, it was all ruined again. I felt the tears pressing on. I was going to France in two days and I wouldn't see her for two whole weeks. When I came back she had probably already moved on (if there was something to move on from on her part) and fucking Cook or some other tosser since she wasn't gay. And it felt like I would never move on.

And later, after she pushed me up against a car and kissed me with such passion and need, I knew that I never would. And it was so fucking unfair that she could push me away and then drag me back in. It was deja vu, and she was messing with my affection for her. I blew up in her face afterwards, not being able to get through this again. For wasn't this the case with Karen every time? The 'I'm not gay' to the 'I want you back'. And Naomi was even worse at it, telling me to be friends and not under a minute later pushing her tongue into my mouth.

It was so fucking unfair. The anger hit me then. And I was angry the rest of the day, positive in pissing Katie off when she came home and told me she nearly got that bitch. I yelled something about her not to fucking stick her nose in my business before disappearing into the bathroom and pounding the shower walls with my fists as I decided not to be a pushover anymore. Maybe that was why nobody liked me for me. I was too weak. Too easy to step over and miss. Too easy to not be desirable.

I calmed down as the evening dragged on. Apologizing to Katie and busying myself on the computer. The seemingly never-ending intense feeling that I knew was directed at Naomi slowly crept back and replaced the anger in my body. And even though I wanted to be angry forever, I was not that person. I was not angry. And I sure as hell didn't want to be angry with Naomi.

I thought about why'd she kissed me, when last week she told me she regretted the whole thing. Couldn't she fuck off with Cook if she wanted a shag? Then she'd spare me. But she wouldn't really spare me as I would wander about raging with jealousy. Either way, this thing with Naomi was meant to tear me apart as she never opened up to me.

Then I remembered back to our kisses and the beach. But I didn't remember it the way I had the last week, because then I'd only thought about how much I missed it. How much I missed everything Naomi, and how she made me feel. But now it wasn't my feelings I was remembering. It was her expressions. They seemed so genuine, yet so scared when I thought about it. Sure, I'd noticed them there and then - but I thought it was just me being a girl making her nervous. I forgot about this when she told me to be friends, the sorrow clouding everything logical.

But even though there might've been something there, she blew it. She hurt me. And she wouldn't give me an explanation or anything to give me peace. It was just raising a lot of questions. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to tell her to fuck off earlier? Effy seemed pleased though, giving me a big smile and everything as we drove home. It was after all about time I stood up for myself.

And when I got that message with the song from her, I couldn't hold back anymore. She obviously wanted to reach through to me with something. But the song didn't really explain it all, other than I catched the small hint that she was … afraid? It made me think back to the look in her eyes in the bath tub on Homde, how I could see she was afraid of me. I decided to do exactly what I did then, fuck it if it would make us or break us. We both needed it. I would push her.

Which led to me walking outside in the ripping wind and the thundering storm just to get a much needed explanation of sorts. I didn't know what to expect, only that I knew she said she wasn't good with feelings. I guess she was right.

A giant lightning which made it seem like daytime for two whole seconds made the road lights butt out. I jumped three steps back off it.

"Fuck sakes." I muttered as I made peace with the fact that I had to find my way without the lights. It was tricky, but I knew the roads very well, as well as some outdoor lights from some houses helped. I arrived outside her house unhurt physically, but shivering and soggy. I looked up at the big white house, and felt the hammering in my chest increase. I was going to see Naomi right now and talk things through right here. I needed my backbone to really perform now, because I would not leave without getting a real reason to all of this. To the song. To the kiss earlier. To everything.

I walked to the outer side of the house, finding Naomi's window. Gina and Kieran was probably asleep, so I didn't want to disturb them. I prayed that Naomi was in her room as I knocked hard on the window. I stood there, hugging myself, and waiting for a sign from inside.

The curtains ruffled a bit, before they were yanked aside. Her wide blue eyes met mine. Her hair was tousled and unruly, curls everywhere. It was cute. She opened the window wide, so I could climb in. She helped me by taking my hand. It was electricity.

When I was wholly inside, she shut the window and the curtains, blocking a bit of the rain and thunder. It was still pouring outside.

"Ems, oh my god! You're soaking!" She exclaimed as she took in the state of me. I was dripping all over her floor and shaking uncontrollably of the cold.

"You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch hypothermia." she said, but I stopped her as she was walking to her wardrobe.

"No, you need to tell me about that song." I said forcefully.

"Let's at least get you into new clothes first." She tried.

"No, explain it to me."

She must've seen the determination in my face as she stopped all motions to keep doing what she was doing. She sighed and looked down at the floor, biting her lip. I took in all of her then. She was just wearing a big t-shirt with a pig on which probably covered a pair of knickers. I wished I could see her like this all the time, ready for bed. Looking like a sleepy head.

"So I sent you a song…" she started.

"Yes." I confirmed. She momentarily looked into my eyes, but then turned her gaze to her feet again.

"I don't know if you remember, but at Homde I told you that I kind of feel through songs."

"I remember, but all I catched from those lyrics was that it's someone you don't want to be like, that you're scared and … you want me to hold your hand?" I said, confused. Truth be honest, the lyrics hadn't answered much questions. She needed to elaborate for me to understand properly.

"I lied to you." she finally said.

"About what?"

"About me not being gay. I don't know what I am, that's not the issue." she stated.

"Then what is?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows together.

"Look, this is really hard. I've never told anyone." I saw that her majestic blue eyes had become watery. "I have some commitment issues."

"That's just fucking great." I said, crossing my arms. The warmness of her bedroom had finally started to heat me up. But now my wet clothes felt itchy and was starting to get icky damp.

She took a deep breath, before she started to speak with a shaky voice.

"My dad, he … he left me." My eyes widened at the confession. "When I was 8. One day he was there and the next he was gone. Disappeared of the face of earth. Just stood up and walked away from me and mum without so much of a glance backwards, off to new and better things." A tear rolled down her cheek to her chin. "I was already unsure of myself, because I had a hard time fitting in at school and with friends, and the one person that's supposed to be there for you just leaves you without a reason. It crushed me, but it crushed my mother even worse. Or I don't know, at least I had to take care of her those next months. The biggest reliance in my life let me down. And I was only 8." She sobbed. "And that was when I promised myself to never let anyone in that far again, because they'd only hurt me. I never wanted to feel that way again, so I always had people at an arms length, never letting them get so close that they would leave a dent when they left. I welcomed loneliness, and it's been with me since that day he left. But after I met you, the loneliness isn't a blessing anymore."

I felt a small humming in my body at her words.

"You were the first person to tear at my walls without me managing to hold back. Without me wanting you to stop. And it scared the shit out of me, because for the first time ever, someone had the capability to hurt me like him. And I had no idea what your intensions were. So I shut you out, Emily, to protect myself from the inevitable. Because that's how things is, it's bound to go to hell. It always does. Nothing is built to last, but… I didn't realize that when I was busy shielding myself, I hurt you in the process like he did to me, and that's the last thing I wanted Ems." the tears were running freely down her face, as she looked at me more openly than she'd ever done. If I thought it was bad enough seeing her cry softly outside the industry, this was positively scratching my heart up. I almost felt myself tear up at watching her in so much pain. Her pain was my pain.

"I wasn't going to leave you, Naoms." I said in a low voice.

"You don't know that, things happen." she said though her sobs. She slowly stumbled to her bed and sat down, burying her face in her hands as she bowed over. I sat down beside her, not really caring that I was transferring the wetness of my clothes to her bedsheets.

"Naomi." I whispered. A lightning light up the room, and when it went back to the normal soft glow her lamp provided the room with, I found her still with her head in her hands. I sighed.

"I know, it's pathetic. I don't want to be like this, I don't want to feel like this." finally she lifted her head to look at me, her lower lip wobbling of all the crying. "I want to be brave, I want to experience things without always thinking about the outcome and the consequences. I thought it was easier to wreck it myself, so you didn't have the chance to do it, but I was wrong."

Time stopped for minute then. As we gazed into each others eyes, sitting on her bed. I looked at her with so much sympathy and love that I could muster. She was looking so beautiful and broken in that moment. The color of her eyes, the most enchanting blue I'd ever seen. I studied her face, her long nose, her soft lips, the smooth jawline. I wanted her, I always had. And I never wanted her to be like this, so afraid of me and what I was capable of. She didn't believe she was worth sticking around for, but she was so wrong. I would've been honored to stick around her. I love her.

I reached out a hand, and brushed it over her cheek. She leaned into it while her eyes fluttered closed for a second. When she opened them again, they held such an intensity that I almost lost the grasp of what was up and down.

"Sometimes you look at me like you could save me." She whispered.

And my stomach exploded with butterflies. I felt an urge so great to be with her there and then, to keep her safe from everything that could hurt her. My thumb traced gently over her lip.

"I could, you know."

She sniffled as her eyes welled up again. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. I tipped my head back to gauge her reaction. She didn't really say what she wanted out of me, if it was friendship or more. Her hooded eyes were locked on my mouth, and her hand slipped behind my neck to pull me to her again. She kissed me back. I could taste her tears as she continued kissing me. It was those kisses that made one lose track of everything. I felt her bringing me closer, and I could feel the neediness in her kiss. I didn't complain though, this was all I wanted. Simply her.

She broke off and rested her forehead against mine. Her crying had calmed down a bit, but her breath was still shaky. I had no idea if it was because of her kissing me, or the sobbing she'd done earlier. I hadn't seen her cry before today, and I never wanted to see her cry again. I wanted to make her smile from now on. It was good to finally have her in so close proximity again. I'd missed her immensely. She made my heart beat normally (or erratically as she made it speed up and slow down at the same time) and she made me breathe again. It was like finally taking a lungful of fresh sea air after three weeks in a dungy city.

Both her hands were secured behind my neck, while mine had found their way gently laying on her hips over her thin t-shirt. I shivered a bit against her lips as we were so close. I was still sitting in soggy clothes.

"We should really get you out of these clothes." She spoke against my lips. I could feel her softly smile. I could only lightly nod my head, against hers.

She took my hand then, delicately in hers, and raised me to my feet. Our gazes locked, and there was a softness and fondness in her eyes I had never seen before. It unnerved me a bit, but I let her undress me slowly and carefully.

She lifted my hoodie over my head and threw it away. Then she did the same with my t-shirt. Her adoring eyes darted down my body before they landed on mine again. She moved in closer, but didn't touch my skin. She just zipped my jeans open and skimmed it down my feet, along with my footwear. As she stood up again, she used a minute to just stare all over my body. I felt exposed and small under her intense blue. And I didn't want to feel like that. I realized that she hadn't made me a promise to not leave me, even though I said I wouldn't leave her. I needed to feel in control again.

I gripped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and my breath hitched softly in my throat as I saw her naked torso again. All those desires coming back full force. But I would run this, because I needed to know that I really had that effect on her like she told me. She unclasped my bra and slid it down my arms, before she got rid of my knickers. Quickly I did the same with hers, before I roughly slammed our lips together. The pace of our actions quickening up, almost matching the storm outside, as we fell back into her green sheets. I quickly turned her over, laying on top as her hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place. My hands moved to her breasts and nipples as I roughly sucked on her neck, making her gasp. I smiled against her skin, knowing that I did indeed have an effect on her.

After teasing and heating her up, making her yanking my hair from time to time, I moved my hand down and harshly cupped her. It was raw and it was all too familiar for me. This was what I always did in these situations. I pumped two of my fingers into her, making her instantly grind herself more into me. I moved back to look into her eyes as she came closer and closer to climax. But my eyes weren't soft, they were hard. It was what I did after Karen hurt me and came to falsely apologize, I distanced myself in the act and made it to a fuck instead of something passionate. And here I was doing it to Naomi, of all people, after she'd opened up to me.

Her eyes rolled into her skull as she came hard and fast under my hand. But I didn't feel powerful as I expected to be. I felt guilty. I never wanted to do this with her, I wanted it to be gentle and mean something. But I didn't know if I could let myself indulge in that anymore. Because she had escape in her blood.

"Woah, Ems." she said when she regained the ability to speak. But I couldn't look her in the eyes. Too ashamed of the reckless thing I'd done. I didn't want this thing with her to be like it was with Karen. I wanted more.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she cupped me face and guided it so she could look at me. "Emily?"

"Nothing" I muttered as I cast my eyes downwards again.

"Hey…" she cooed, stroking my skin softly with her shaking hands after her orgasm. Then I realized that they were tearstained. "You're still angry." she stated somewhat sadly. I didn't move and didn't deny it. Because I was. I felt immensely sorry for what happened to Naomi, and I wanted to be with her so bad, but it didn't erase the awful thing she did to me.

She flipped me over and hovered over me, leaning on one of her elbows.

"I get it." she tenderly stroked my cheek and down my neck, up and down. Finally I found the courage to look her in the eyes again. "I was a twat, and a massive one at that. But Ems, I missed you so much, and I'm so sorry for what I did. I'm going to make it up to you." she leaned down and kissed me softly. "Starting right now." She added.

Then she kissed me again, and caressed me all over. She was slow and loving in her movements, everything I hadn't been with her. I gasped at the sensations she caused inside me. Her silky hands moved all over my upper body, taking their time every place that caused a reaction out of me. And her lips, oh her lips. They kissed me so deeply and thoroughly before they moved down my throat and neck, before kissing me all over my chest. She teased me with lightly biting my nipples, then soothing them with her tongue. Over and over. Her hands were exploring my stomach. She laid her whole weight on top of me after a while, kissing me again. My hands tangled in her hair as I fought the urge to rush her on. I never wanted it to end, but I was getting pretty worked up and really needed a release.

When one of her hands grazed the inside of my hip, I whimpered into her mouth. I was probably ruining her sheets with how wet I doubtlessly was.

"Naomi, please." I whined against her lips. She chuckled and did the movement again, making me jerk upwards, trying to guide one of her legs between mine, but to no use.

She simply moved to kiss and lick my jawline. "Mmm, Em, this won't be quick." she murmured against me. I sighed, half because I was really frustrated and half because the things she was doing to me was simply amazing. I had never made love so slow before.

She moved up to under my ear, kissing my softly there as her hands found my nipples again.

"I want to taste you." she whispered into my ear.

"Wh-what?" I exclaimed. She drew back and looked at me questioningly.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She looked confused and apprehensive.

"N-nothing, it's just…" I bit my lip, "it's just that no one's have ever gone down on me." I admitted.

"Why, you don't like it?" she scrunched up her eyebrows adorably.

"No, I'm sure I do, but…" I looked away. "Karen always said it was too gross, and I guess I-" she cut me off with a kiss.

"Nothing about you is gross, Emily." she kissed me again, rougher this time, as to prove a point. Her fingernails grazed down my stomach, effectively making me shiver. "Everything is quite the opposite really." She kissed her way to my ear and then back to my mouth, where she slipped her tongue inside.

"So can I? Taste you?" she whispered against my lips.

"Yes." I answered breathlessly. My whole body was flushed.

She kissed down my throat and chest and stomach, but she didn't move further the direction she was headed, unfortunately. A lightning lighted up the bedroom as she lifted my foot and kissed down inside my thigh.

I was drenched in sweat, and I had no idea if it was mine or hers. I could see her hair hanging limply around her face, steamy. My thigh, along with the rest of my body, was damp of the kisses she'd paid me. I felt my fringe stick to my forehead, as some of my body parts started to lightly shake in anticipation. Had she no idea what she was doing to me? That she was making me a begging mess beneath her?

She kissed down my other thigh too, taking her time. She never seemed to get to the area I really needed her, always finding a new place of me to taste and touch. When she licked down the side of my pelvis, I bit back a moan. I spread my feet wider, hoping she'd take the hint.

My hands found her hair as she finally gave in and dived into my centre. I almost screamed out at the pulsating that immediately started in my body. I could feel the vibration of a moan she was making, which made me feel a thousand things at once. Her tongue found my clit and slowly circled and flicked it, making me grind into her to make more contact. I needed it to go faster, to be harder, because I was heaving after my breath, that's how good it was. She sucked hard on my clit for a second, and just when I felt the starting of the building, she retracted herself completely.

My eyes shot open, finding her hovering over my face, an amused look in her eyes. I furrowed my brows at her, but then I felt her enter me with one finger.

"You're going to kill me." I said as my head flung back when she found exactly the right spot. She chuckled as she added another finger, driving them slowly out and in of me. We kissed passionately then, tongue and all. We didn't draw back for oxygen for a long time. I didn't feel like I needed it. She was my oxygen. I breathed her in as she breathed me in. As my hips started to buckle wildly, she extracted her fingers again and her lips from mine.

I gaped at her, not really believing how she could do that when I was so close.

"Naomi!" I scolded, almost contemplating punching her straight in the face as I was so fucking worked up and frustrated. She simply smiled at my flustered state, and licked up my sweaty throat. She moaned as she gave me an open mouthed kiss right under my jaw. I moaned too, the feeling of her so close nearly sending me over the edge alone.

Then she kissed down my body again, situating herself between my legs as her tongue found my clit and her fingers dipped inside me again. Fina-fucking-lly it seemed like she was going to make me come. The flicks of her tongue matched the pace of her hand, and soon enough I was again under her mercy. My lower back arched of the bed as she followed idly. I gripped the sheets and furrowed my brows as the pleasure started to get intense on me. The last few flicks before the climax really hit me, I think some wild noises escaped my throat, I'm not sure.

All of my muscles clenched and unclenched as I could feel Naomi from the tips of my fingers into the very root of my heart and down to the curling of my toes. I vibrated of the orgasm and pressed myself fully into her as she rode it out with me. It was the strongest one I'd ever experienced, it was so strong that I think I lost some conscious seconds of my life in there somewhere.

She kissed her way slowly up my body as I flung one of my arms over my eyes. I didn't dare open them, as I feared the world would spin as I tried to catch my breath. She kissed over my still heaving chest and then kissed me softly on the lips, holding it there a few seconds.

"Was that okay?" she asked as she kissed all over my face where my arm wasn't covering.

"Yeah" I squeaked out. I still hadn't catched my breath fully. She snickered a bit and turned me over so I was facing away from her. I tried to open my eyes, but the tiredness made me shut them again. She'd truly wore me out with that little stunt. Bringing me up and down so many times I literally exploded into the best orgasm. She pressed her front into my back, as her hand circled my waist, holding me close and in place. She kissed all over my shoulder blade before burrowing her face in my hair, taking a big whiff.

"You smell so good." she murmured into my hair. I found myself smiling despite the lack of strength I had left.

I grabbed her hand were it was making soft circles on my stomach and guided it to rest under my chin, successfully bringing her even closer. I sighed contently.

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Phew! Three chapters later and the day is over! So what do you think, nice ending to such an eventful day, yeah? Hope it lived up to your expectations.