BLURRY | SPRINA

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Trina," Spencer mumbled to himself as he looked out the peephole to see who knocked repeatedly on his door this late. As soon as he opened it, he was engulfed in a hug. The sniffles that followed worried him, and he quickly looked behind him before pulling her away. "Trina, what's wrong?"

"You were right..." Her voice cracked, her eyes red from crying, and Spencer felt his heart twist at the sight of her so broken.

He just held her tightly. That conversation can be held on a different day.

She pressed her face into his chest, the weight of her pain seeping into him as she clung to him. Spencer hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say, unsure of how to help when her heart seemed so broken. Words seemed so empty in the face of everything that's happening.

But she didn't want words. She needed something else. Something that could quiet the storm inside her, at least for a moment. Her breath hitched, and before she even realized what she was doing, she lifted her face toward him. The space between them closed instantly as her lips found his.

The kiss was soft at first—just a brief touch of comfort, an attempt to escape the overwhelming sorrow that seemed to smother her. But then, Trina felt something else rise within her, an urgent need to feel alive again, to feel something other than the crushing despair that had taken over her world. She deepened the kiss, her hands gripping his shirt as she pressed closer, seeking solace in him.

Spencer's hands instinctively moved to her back, pulling her closer, his lips responding to hers with the same intensity. He knew this wasn't just about comfort anymore, but in the heat of the moment, he couldn't stop himself.

Her need for something to numb the ache in her soul mirrored his, if only for tonight. The frantic, heated kisses grew more urgent as the pull between them became undeniable.

Trina's body was burning with an emotional need she couldn't ignore. The guilt from being the cause of Spencer's attempt, the pain from Jasper being involved — the threat and confusion, it was too much.

Without thinking, she tugged Spencer closer, her hands finding the hem of his shirt, lifting it.

Spencer hesitated for only a split second, but then his own hand cupped her face, deepening their kiss, the need for connection overpowering everything else. His breath hitched as he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough, not just from the intensity of their kiss but from the understanding of the emotional chaos she was in.

She didn't answer with words. Instead, she kissed him again, more urgently this time, her kisses trailing down to his neck.

"Trina, stop, we can't," Spencer mumbled as the female traced kisses down his neck. "Why can't we? Nothing is holding us back." She whispered as she traced his face with her manicured acrylic nails. His grip on her thigh tightened as he contemplate the urge to continue or stop their intimacy.

"I don't want to use you." He whispered as he stared into her eyes. "I don't want this to be used as a distraction." He added softly.

"I don't want this to be a blur in the morning."

Trina pause her movements, his words sinking in. "It won't..I'll admit it's a distraction to a degree, but that's not the reason I want this..." she spoke softly as her fingertips held a tight grip on the side of his neck. "I need something real....something that feel right and I'm tired of running away from the person that always provide that feeling to me,"

She met his gaze again, her voice quieter now, but with an unmistakable edge of sincerity. "I know this isn't the perfect time. Hell, it's probably the worst time. But I need this with you, and I need you to want it too, not because of all the shit we've been through, but because this... we are real."

Her hand moved to his face, her thumb brushing over his lips. "I'm not pretending it won't be messy. But I don't want it to be a blur, Spencer. I want you to know this means something. Because it does. I promise you that."

Spencer's expression softened as the weight of her words hit him. She wasn't asking for him to fix everything. She was just asking for him, for this moment, for something to feel right again.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt.

She nodded, her hand resting against his chest. "Yeah. I'm sure. I need you, Spencer. Let's not make it more complicated than it already is. Right now... just us."

He didn't answer with words, but his lips met hers again. He undressed her slowly — taking in her nature before he picked her up from where they sat and traveled to the bed where he gently laid her — their lips still connected.

His arousal poked at her entrance. She gasped softly as he gently entered her. He paused his movement at the sight of the slight grimace on her face. "I'm okay, you're just....big," she admitted with a small chuckle. His lips quirked into a soft smile, a small blush creeped up on his cheeks. "We can go slow.."

Trina nodded softly.

"You can go.." she whispered, her breath catching as he began to move. Inching into her slowly, making sure she's comfortable.

As he inched his shaft into her tight cunt, he learnt the true meaning of restraint — restraining himself from losing it completely.

Once he filled her, he stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust before continuing his penetration.

How'd we get here?

Trina thought, genuinely curious about how their relationship escalated so fast. From being strangers to friends, friends into lovers, then strangers again after she broke off their friendship. She never expected to be in the current position she's in now.

She glistened in sweat beneath the man she always loved as he made love to her into midnight.

She smiled as their eyes met; she traced his structured face before he leaned forward to capture her lips again. She giggled softly as he trailed down to her neck before moaning out his name in a small voice. "Spencer.." He bruised her melanin skin, marking her as his.

Because from this moment on that's part of who she was...

His.