Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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My feet pound against the ground, drowning out the night before. If I allow myself to relive the intense fuck-session – was that even fucking? – then I might collapse with guilt for leaving before he awoke.
If I allow the memories to swarm my mind then I'll go running for the hills, escaping whatever the hell that was last night.
So, I run – more like jog – towards Andrew's office and away from the night before and away from all the amazing kissing we've been doing lately.
I need to deal with one thing at time when I'm not – you know – running away from it.
A car honks next to me, pulling me from the disturbing thoughts and I look at the sleek black car with a wanna-be Ariana Grande in the driver's seat with a scowl plastered on my face and a roll of my eyes – I don't know why this happens around her but it's like my face contorts itself without my permission.
She rolls down the window with a fake smile, "it doesn't matter how much you run, darling. You still won't be able to get rid of that fat ass."
"Yeah?" I come to a stop. "At least I have something, maybe that's why I still have Noah and you don't," I smirk. "Now, take your satanic, witchy, bitchy vibes away from my positivity." I continue jogging.
"No, you don't! You broke up," she sneers.
"Maybe," I nod in thought. "Then why was he making love to me last night and not you?" I want to choke on my words, but I keep up my façade. Her eyes zero in on the purple mark on my neck and she scoffs, speeding off.
Yes, I have an ugly, trashy hickey on my neck courtesy of Noah, and I think I should be ashamed about it but I'm not. I've never had one before and I'm quite proud of it.
Is that wrong?
Am I supposed to be ashamed?
Fuck it.
I'm not.
Then why was he making love to me last night and not you?
The words echo in my head... My words.
I know what happened last night wasn't just sex, it wasn't a casual fuck. It was more intense than that but was it making love?
I don't think so... Right?
It felt amazing, the best I've ever had but... Fuck it, I run faster, ignoring the words floating in my head.
I can't deal with this now and I know I can't run away from it forever either, but I can run or avoid it now until I'm ready.
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