My lips touch his again and it's a lot more rough. I know we both need this, we both crave the others touch. It's intoxicating. He pushes the straps of my dress down to my hips and he reaches out and palms my breasts in both his hands.
A small moan...
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I was woken up by the sound of crashing followed by a small, whispered curse. "Shit." The voice says, and I immediately recognised it.
Sitting up in bed, I rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes. "Jacob?" I murmured, reaching out to switch on the bedside lamp. The whole room lights up and I cover my eyes to get used to the brightness.
The first thing I noticed is Jacob kneeling down in the corner of our bedroom, picking up a smashed photo frame off the ground. "Fuck." I heard his hiss to himself before his head snapped up to mine. "Shit. Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you."
I stared at him, fearing the worst. His eyes were red and he was swaying slightly as he got to his feet and clumsily placed the photo frame back on my dressing table. I licked my lips slowly, my heart shattering at the sight of him. He looked like shit, like he just about managed to drag himself home.
"How was work?" I asked, curling myself into an egg under the covers to keep warm.
Jacob's eyebrows furrowed. "Work? Oh, yeah. Work." He murmured. "Good." He nodded his head multiple times. "I went-" He stepped forward, holding his hand out to steady himself. "Home today." He finished off, before hurriedly pulling off his jacket and throwing it onto the floor.
I think I might cry.
"And, how did it go?" I gulped, watching in desperate anguish as my boyfriend went off the rails. His skin was flushed and I wasn't exactly sure if he was high or just drunk. Maybe it was a mixture of both.
Jacob shrugged his shoulders, running his fingers hurriedly through his hair. "Shit." Was his answer, and I got nothing else. Then, he just stood in the middle of the bedroom, curling and curling his fists, glaring at the ground.
His jaw clenched and his hair fell onto his forehead and he shook his head lightly as his eyes fluttered to a close. "I just miss him so much." He brokenly whispered, and that's when I pulled the duvet off me and climbed out of bed.
Jacob was never really vocal about his grief over losing his brother with me, but I knew it hurt him. I could see it in his eyes whenever a room was silent. I knew he went back there. To that night.
Cupping his face in my hands, I lifted his gaze back to mine, noticing the tears that mixed with his high. "It's okay to miss him." I whispered, and Jacob had just shook his head, chewing on his bottom lip as a tear slipped down his face.
"I can't get it out of my head." He cried, dropping his forehead to my temple. The clung to him with all my energy, letting him seep his anger and upset into me. "I can't stop seeing it, Aria."
