Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 82

EZRA

While I continue facing the wall and the showerhead to avoid any pain since I don't have any of my meditation and anti-pain cream on me. Rachel's hands slide down my stomach and I turn around, grab the bottle of soap then squeeze some of it on a loofah and without asking permission, I rub it on her chest very slowly with her moving every move of mine. I try to keep control but this torture needs to end, I lift her legs, swing them around my waist and slam her back against the wall.

"I love you. Fuck I love you," I tell her over the loud shower, look in her brown eyes as slowly inserting myself inside of her and she shuts her eyes tightly but I clench her neck to have her look at me, and mouth, "You watch me," she does so as I quicken up my pace in her and fill the shower and bathroom with her moans. I grab a hold of her brown locks, slightly tug as well her fingers dig down my burn scars, but I make a stinging face, "Are you okay?" she acknowledges, and knows I'm not by the look of her face she's giving me so I shake my head no and put her down.

...

Moments later, we keep the shower going while taking turns using the shower head; I'm washing my hair suddenly feeling Rachel's hands gently washing my back, "Does it hurt?" she asks, I turn towards her, take the loofah off of my chest and immediately kiss her sweet lips, "The pain is gone when I'm with you,". Fifteen minutes later, I help her out of the shower so she doesn't fall, grab a towel for the both of us then as I look at her drying her hair, I go to bed with all of the guilt and pain in me, "Ezra?".

I don't look, wave my hand to tell her to go away even though it's been five minutes we were having sex. Rachel sits down, grips onto her towel tightly before it falls off but it's nothing I haven't seen, which I love all new features of her, "Ezra? Please tell me," she begs and grabs my hands. I take a deep breath and close my eyes when doing it, "I'm afraid to be with you, Rachel. I don't wanna hurt you again like the way I did," I admit everything but from the look on her face, she doesn't believe me or something.

"Why afraid?".

I stand up, grab a change of clothes and rush towards the bathroom so I can change before we continue our conversation about us or if there's even a us anymore; as coming back to the room, Rachel lays down the bed with wearing one of my shirts of course it's white and see her nipples clearly from over here, "You can stop looking," she hollows out.

"How did you know I was looking?" I ask, sitting next to her while keeping my hands to myself, "Because I know you, Ezra. Now," she sits up, "Will you tell me why you are afraid of me?" she utters out with batting those gorgeous brown eyes that I can easily fall for everytime by looking at them, "I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid to be with you because I don't wanna mess up again and again because losing you once is enough," I stand and yell out to her without noticing but she nods slowly and looks down. I drop down to my knees, hold her hands, kiss them, "I didn't mean to yell or scare you. I'm just trying to be honest and maybe asking for a second chance?" The moment I asked for the second chance, Rachel immediately pulled away and walked away in a rush.

"You suspect me to give you a second chance so you destroy me once again or even worse?" she utters out, crosses her arms, "You are not the only here to be scared. I love you so much, Ezra that I don't wanna be scared or be yelling at you, I want a change in you. In us," she admits.

"Done. I will change for us. For you if you give me a second chance? If there's a chance?" I question, place my hands on her cheeks, she signs and looks away but I pull her face towards mine, "Can I at least think about it. Please?" she beegs, I sign in relife but I know that she won't let me get in easy, "Yes of course. Are you hungry?".

Rachel nods yes multiple times, "Starving. I'm a hungry girl," she whines as grabbing her purse and I rush to the door, "Why are you running?".

"I'm running before I get eaten by one hungry girl," I joke and she rolls her eyes while shoving me in the arm.

...

When we walk down the hallway, someone runs then bumps into me and it's the same person who bumped into me earlier, "Dude? Do you like to follow me or something?" I complain. The man walks towards us, his eyes bug out, "Rachel?".

"Dean?".