Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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I couldn't sleep. There was just too much on my mind.
That's how it went all night. Well, that's how it went after the many rounds Mercer and I have done. As exhausted as I am, I couldn't find it in me to go to sleep knowing that Mercer was struggling with something inside himself.
I was feeling a lot of things except the one thing I really wanted to feel. Eased.
I wanted Mercer to talk to me. Help me ease my mind from worrying so much about him.
His calm breathing told me that he was awake. Thinking.
The warmth of his body pressed to my own felt nice while I comb my fingers through his disheveled dyed hair. His head rests on my bare chest while his thumb moves to caress the skin of my arms.
The silence was calming yet full of so much emotion.
Anger. Grievance. Sadness. Regret. Pain. More than enough to see in Mercer's blue orbs.
Especially after the intense sex we just had.
Shit, Red. Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop. His harsh breathing as his hold on my waist tightens as I ride him.
Right there. There, there, there. I moaned.
And the spit and his hot wet tongue all over me as if he was cleaning me with just him.
Though it was my second time with him, the sex was incredible but I didn't want him to think this would be a pattern. That's not how I want our sex life to be.
As much as I enjoy talking with our bodies, we needed to talk with our words.
Shifting above me, Mercer exhales a heavy breath getting my attention. He was still sobering up but he was aware of his surroundings. He was close to peace but there was still so much on his shoulders.
A weight that has yet to be lifted off his chest.
Against my skin, he murmurs, "We didn't use a condom." His hold on my waist tightens. "I'm so sorry." He says.
