In Night (sequel)

Chapter Three

Hi everyone, sorry for the delay! I've started college and I'm a busy, busy girl but I still love writing for ya'll so definitely expect some random uploads. :-) Enjoy.

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One instant I was mad at him and the next, he was inside of me.

"Baby girl," he was gasping, gripping firmly onto the headboard with his free hand while his other hand cupped my face and pressed against my heated skin. My legs were spread and our breathing was in synchronization as we drew close, like we always did. Abruptly, I grabbed him and entwined my arms together behind his back, drawing him down quickly on top of me, flesh on flesh with urgency. He shuddered and it was my turn to gasp.

Oh God.

His body went limp gently on top of mine, and he managed to groggily kiss my forehead before rolling off of me and laying at my side. Sighing as I began to pull the sheets up, I propped myself up on my elbow and watched him intently. It took him quite a bit of time to notice, which surprised me; it had been that good for him. The curvature of his dark brows crinkled as he turned toward me and licked his lips slightly.

"What is it?" His tone was genuinely unsure.

"You really don't know? Yesterday you told me you needed a break, and today we're fucking. I don't understand it."

He shut his eyes very suddenly, and laid back flat on the bed. I watched him exhale and examined his features, searching desperately for the smallest of hints. He gave up nothing.

"Marshall," I enunciated, growing frustrated.

"You know what-you're right. You're so right, I'm sorry, Dri. This shouldn't have happened."

My blood ran cold and I could think of few other insults as offensive as the man a woman loved confessing to her their intimacy had been a mistake. Throwing back the sheets, I stepped out of bed briskly, began shoving my legs blindly into the holes of my jeans, and bitterly tossed on a spare t-shirt before I stood to glare at him .

"Listen, I don't know what the fuck your deal is. But you can't toy with me like this. You can't just tell me you want a break and then come over, telling me how badly you want me. You can't just make it seem like everything we've had together is over and then give me the false hope that you're reconsidering, that you really do want me still." On the last word, my voice caught in my throat, eyes pooling quickly.

At that, he snapped. Still nude, he went from his laying position to seated and alert.

"Give you false hope that I really do want you still? What the fuck Dri, of course I do."

Enraged, I swiped quickly at my eyes with the palms of my hands so to destroy the tears that had started to spill.

"One of us has to do something," I said slowly, shakily. "And I don't think you're the one to do it...I don't think you can."

"Adrienne..."

"No. Hear me out."

He slipped the blanket over his bare torso and watched me with a softened gaze. His eyes were dark and unreadable beyond that, but Marshall was still there. It just scared me that this wasn't the Marshall I knew, or loved.

"You can't keep fucking around with my feelings like this," I sobbed, unable to refrain from allowing my emotions to get the best of me. "It's not fair."

I had shut my eyes to squeeze out whatever I had in hopes of continuing without crying, and when I opened them, he was standing directly in front of me, hands gently on my forearms, attempting to comfort me. In any other scenario, I would have melted at his affection, but I was only frightened and slightly repulsed.

"No." My voice was firmer than I had expected it to be. "You don't get to tell me you want to take a break and then be all lovey-dovey when I'm like this. You can't be both, you have to pick."

"I already told you, when I know how to explain it to you, I will babe-"

"Can you honestly just leave?"

The words had flown out of my mouth and he stared at me, unsure what to say, what to do, and how to interpret what I truly meant.

"Is that what you want?" he finally uttered.

"Y-Yes." I hesitated, but only slightly. He was wholly mine or not mine at all; I couldn't go from having all of him to only having him when he wanted me. I didn't know what or who had steered Marshall away, but I couldn't bear the thought of not being his, even if I was the one forcing him out the door.

He gathered his things and dressed slowly, as if he was ashamed. He would glance at me occasionally and his glances would turn into deep gazes that I urged myself to not respond to. At the door, he took me by surprise. His hand gripped mine quickly, as if he was scared I would slip away before he could catch me, and the intensity of his fingers pressing into my wrist forced me to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

"You know something else too?"

"What?"

"I'm always going to love you. Break or no break. You'll understand later, I promise."

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- Parisa