Deleted scenes from Book One of It Should Have Been Us
Disclaimer: ALL scenes and lines are products of colorful imagination. It is in no way based on real life events.
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{Nadine’s POV}
I woke up crying. The dream was so vivid it felt too real. I looked beside me and saw James sleeping peacefully. The image popped up again and I hit his bare chest hard. What the fuck! Nadine! He sat up abruptly, the sheets falling on his waist, his happy trail visible. I was reminded of my dream so I hit his shoulders this time.
Stop! Stop! Jeez! What the hell’s wrong with you? He held my arms away from him.
You were cheating on me!
What?! He looked perplexed. In my dream! You were cheating on me!
With who?
I don’t know. Some girl. I hate you! I hate you! I twisted my hands from his hold and started hitting him again when he stood from the bed, getting away from me. The sheet pooled on his feet.
I don’t have time for this. I’m so tired and sleepy. I’m going to sleep on the sofa. He grabbed his pillow and took a pair of boxer shorts from our underwear drawer; then slips it on on his way out the door.
I lay back down in bed. About 30 minutes later, I decided to get my shit together. I picked his shirt from the floor and pulled it over my head. Then I went to the living room. I looked at his face for a few minutes, not making any sound.
Are you going to hurt me again? He mumbles with his eyes still closed.
How did you know I was here? And no, I won’t.
I don’t need to open my eyes to know where you are or what you’re thinking. Come here. He scooted over the sofa, and then motioned for me to join him.
I walked over and he grabbed my arm, pulling me to sit astride him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and placed a soft kiss on his neck. Sorry.
Do it again. His voice still husky from sleep. And I did. Giving him a lingering kiss in his neck.
And again. My head snaps, looking at him. He lips spread in a lopsided grin. I threaded my fingers on his hair and proceeded to kiss him again; this time trailing kisses on his jaw, then his pulse, the curve on his neck, and finally his shoulder. All while he feels my breast over the shirt with one hand and he plays with the hem with the other. He tilts my head for a kiss. Our tongues meet and we explored each other’s mouths as we run our hands on one another. I’m bare ass naked under the shirt so he needs only to pull his boxers down and lift me up a bit – which he did. He plunged and I cried out. Turned out to be the best makeup sex we’ve ever had – so far.
