[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Healing has a chance in our lives when we have exhausted all our other options." - Donna Goddard
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I didn't have a nightmare last night.
I don't even remember the last time that happened. It was probably when I was unconscious from drugs or alcohol.... although even then I dream sometimes. But I didn't drink that much yesterday, did I?
My bed felt warm and safe, I didn't even want to move let alone get up to leave it. Wait a minute, that's not my bed. And I'm not alone either. Images of last night's club visit, especially Ashely and then me getting into her bed flashed through my mind.
Only now I noticed that our legs were tangled together which also explained why I was feeling so incredibly hot. It was not because of the blanket....
Ashley's body was pressed close to mine and she had put her arm on my bare chest, gently touching my butterfly tattoo under the blanket. Now that I knew about her touch, I also felt the tingling sensation it caused. But also I had unconsciously put an arm around her waist while we slept and so I held her tightly to me. What the hell.
After we lay down in bed we immediately fell asleep, we were so powerless and tired. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but her bed feels much softer and just more comfortable. I still don't know why I stayed, maybe because I know that she really wouldn't be able to go to the toilet alone?
Or maybe I just didn't want to go...? No.
Oh fuck what do I know... What I am sure of is that she is still conflicted about this thing that's going on between us, so she would never voluntarily sleep in the same bed with me. And to be honest, even I don't know what the hell is going on.
The sex was insane and the slight soreness in my muscles was a fucking great reminder of it. But I know Ashley needs a little longer to recover. One day is not enough...
I don't mind fucking her, I can separate our jobs and background history from the sexual tension we felt, but can she? I mean we have now had three times sex with each other so slowly she can admit to herself that it is probably not just a one time thing.
We have already missed this chance.
I have come to the conclusion that I want to fuck her as long as she wants it. Had I not pulled away last night we would have continued, but fucking her while she is sore is not a good idea, especially since we had work to do. Finally, we still have a Clan that pursues us and wants to kill us.
