Lost After Midnight

•Fake It•

{•Unedited•}
~Amor's POV~

           "So you're serious about being with him?" My dad asks, closing the sliding door so no one can hear outside. I nod, sitting down on the couch. "Did it start when he was still your therapist?"
    "Yeah," I answer. He sits down beside me, clenching his fists. "It wasn't serious then. We didn't start really seeing each other outside of his office until I wasn't seeing him anymore." He nods, taking a long breath.
     "I liked him," he says. "But I just don't know if I can accept it right away." I nod, looking down at my hands. "For now. I just need to see how he treats you. Your ages are the least of my worries. I just want you happy. You've been so much more you lately and I don't want to ruin that for you. Your mother though...she's not happy."
     "This wasn't planned," I say, running my fingers through my hair. "It's not like I wanted-"
"How was your time with Adriel today?" He asks, cutting me off. My eyes widen. We're supposed to be talking about my current relationship, the important one, not the irrelevant one. "I liked you two together."
"You've got to be kidding me," I say in disbelief. "Our relationship wasn't healthy."
"He made you happy. He helped you find who you are," he says. "He loved you."
"And so does Luz," I snap. He lets out a dramatic sigh. I get up, fixing my dress. "It's getting late and I have thing to do tomorrow." He stands as well, not believing me. It's not a lie; I do have to get up early tomorrow, but it's also because I don't want to carry this conversation on any further.
"You don't have to leave," he says. "I was just telling you what I think. I'm sorry if I offended you in anyway."
"No, it's not that. I'm happy you told me how you feel and I hope you can soon see that this relationship is great. I love you," I say, wrapping my arms around him. He gives me a tight squeeze, making me wince.
We make our way out to the backyard. I stay next to the door, gesturing Luz to come over. He says bye to my dad and Zurine. He tries taking my hand, but out of instinct I pull it away. Feeling bad, I pace my fingers with his, kissing his cheek before turning to go back inside. He grabs my bag from off the kitchen counter and carries it to the car for me.
"I hate the nights," I say, rubbing my arms. He chuckles, grabbing my coat from the back and handing it to me. I put it on as quickly as possible, shivering violently. "It's too damn cold."
"Oh come on, it's only twenty degrees," he says with a grin. I glare over at him; he probably can't even see me because of the lack of light.
"I can't wait to lay down. Are you staying with me tonight?" I ask, leaning over and kissing his shoulder. He smiles at the road ahead of him, nodding. "Good."
"Why good?"
"I don't like being alone at night."
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         I lay down next to Luz, wrapping my arms around him. He kisses the top of my head, making me smile. I sit up, looking down at him. A small smile forms in my face. He opens one eye, grinning.
    "Can I help you?" He says teasingly.
    "I'm just think," I say. Concern washes over his face, making me shake my head. "Nothing like that. Just about...how this came about." He runs his fingers up  and down my side under my shirt that's actually his.
     "It is. I don't really like thinking about that; makes me feel like a creep because of how young you were when we met." He gropes my right breast, massaging it slowly, but roughly. I let out a loud moan from surprise.
    "It's not creepy," I tell him. He connects with mouth with my neck, grinning against me. I stop trying and give in, my head tipping back. I move so I'm straddling him, my hands planted firmly at his waist. I find against him, shivers running down my spine.
    "I love you," he says against my lips. He flips us over and lifts my shirt up. Moving down, he tugs my underwear to the side. Running his tongue up and down teasingly. I bite my lip, looking up at the ceiling.
     I wonder if Adriel has opened my letters yet. And if he did, what was his reaction? I hardly even remember most of the stuff I wrote in those things. After the first few letters I mostly decided that I was writing it for myself even though it was still addressed to him.
     Earlier he said he didn't like the affects serving has on him; does he have PTSD? The thought makes me shift uncomfortably. I don't like the thought of horrible memories haunting him. He's had enough of that pain for too long.
     I snap out of my thoughts and remember what is happening; all my scenes coming back to me. Sadly, I don't feel the least bit turned on anymore. I purposefully start breathing more rapidly, tugging at his hair. I let out a loud moan, crying out his name. Oh dear god, I've never faked an orgasm with him; I never had to.  
     He comes up my body, gripping my waist. "I know you faked it." I sigh, covering my face with my hand. He pulls the shirt back down to cover me. 
    "I'm sorry, I'm just too tired," I say, running my knuckles up and down his cheek. He closes his eyes.
      "That's all you had to say," he says, kissing my forehead. "Don't feel like you have to fake it to make me feel better about myself." I fix his hair, staring into his eyes.
    "I usually don't; I'm just not feeling it right now. Can we just sleep?" He nods, reaching over to cover me with the blanket. I'll just end up kicking it off in my sleep because I hate sleeping with one. 
     "I love you, gorgeous."
     "I love you too."

   AN: This chapter sucks soooo much but it's whatever. The next chapter though...gueessss THE TEA IN IT😉 Our girl thinking about the wrong thing at the wrong time...get your priorities straight. I've officially decided who she's going to end up with sooooooo be scared. I really hope you guys enjoyed!
     Question: Who do you think she's gonna like better in bed?😂 Fuck, Marry, Kill: Ever, Zurine, Adriel? Who do you want her to end up with?
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