Fragile Little Things ✓

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Jem   

I’D BEEN GUILTY ABOUT missing Christmas with Dad and the girls and spending it with Ma instead, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to go over for a weekend after New Year’s.

I hadn’t planned on Indie being part of the equation. I didn’t think I’d have her so soon. And then I wasn’t planning on her letting me stay over last night. Or finding out what it feels like to be inside her. But it happened.

And fuck if it wasn’t the best thing to happen to me in forever.

If she wasn’t the best thing to happen to me in forever.

But I had to leave for the airport.

She told me to leave, and I did. So it should’ve been fine. But as soon as I got into the truck and down the street, it felt wrong. I didn’t want to just leave after fucking her. I didn’t want her to feel used. I wanted to spend every minute of the day with her, even if we were doing nothing.

I wanted her to know that it was special. That it meant something to me. That I wanted life with her, over and over, until the very end. That she was it for me.

But it seemed like too much. And I figured I have enough time for me to show her.

But that didn’t mean I could leave her behind.

And before I knew it, I was turning back.

And now she’s here. Right here, right now. With me. It feels like a dream. And I don’t want it to end. 

It’s going fast, I know it is. But it feels good. Natural. Like it’s meant to be.

I want her here. And I know she wants to be here. It’s as simple as that. I just want her to get to know my sisters better, and for them to know her too. I want her in my life. That’s it.

But I can’t help but feel like there’s someone else I shouldn’t have left behind.

I got a call from the hospital. They’re requesting a check-up for Ma, but I know she’ll never agree to it. And I feel uneasy, leaving her in the city all alone. It’s only for the weekend, and she has Ace and Logan on speed dial, but…

I don’t know.

I know Indie can tell that something’s off. She’s standing between my thighs as I sit on the edge of the bed, my palms on the backs of her knees. She looks down at me with concern she’ll never be able to hide with those big brown eyes of hers.

I could tell her, but I’ve already catapulted her into unfamiliar territory, and I don’t want her to be uncomfortable, or dragged down by anything. She should be happy now, and I don’t want to upset that.

To punctuate the thought, I pull her up against me. I can feel the softness of her body against mine, her sweet scent— coconut and warm sandalwood— invading my senses. And then I lean up so that my lips meet hers and kiss her slow.

I can’t get enough of this girl.

She’s so much of what I want, given shape.

Indie lets out tiny gasps as I kiss her, all while pulling her tighter into me and shifting further back into the bed so that she can get on top of me. Blood rushes to my dick, and I’m instantly hard.

To make matters worse, Indie crawls over me and runs her hands up and down my chest. Her movements grow rushed, and she draws to a harsh stop at my navel. Cautiously, she undoes the buckle of my belt. But she’s fumbling. Nervous. Her breathing comes out in uneven, stuttered steps. Gently, I take over, tugging down my pants.