Reawoken Flames 《{ CraigxTweek }》

Chapter 14: The Confusion

I fought to catch my breath as a smile spread across my face. I bit my lip in a moan, and Stan rolled off of me, letting out a little groan and laugh of his own. He pulled the covers over himself as he recovered, and I pulled my patch of the blanket over my bare chest. My mind was still racing along with my heart, but pure ecstasy was coursing through my veins. I hadn't felt this good in months, but it felt like everything was as it should be.

Finally catching his breath, he leaned over and softly kissed me. It was just a whisper of a kiss, but it was all I needed as I tried to calm my heart-rate.

"Well... How was it?" Stan snickered, to which I responded by whacking him in the face with a pillow. 

I rolled over to face away, hiding my smile as best as I could, but my sarcasm rang through. "Dreadful."

His hand snaked its way across my sweat covered side and stomach. "Oh? Perhaps I can give it another try and make it more to your liking." His hand was trailing down slowly, but I grabbed it quickly.

"I think I've had enough for one night. Maybe tomorrow?"

Stan's breath caressed my ear gently as he pulled his hand back. "Oh, you can count on it." His lips brushed my neck softly as he stood up from bed, leaving me to calm the sudden chills I had. "I'm going to use the restroom."

I nodded and sat up, pulling the sheet off of my sticky body. "I'm going to go get a drink from downstairs, do you want anything?"

Stan shook his head in response, and he pulled on some pajama pants, throwing me a pair of my own from the dresser. "No, thanks."

"Suit yourself," I replied, pulling on the pants as I stood. Stan gave me an ornery smile in response and disappeared into the hallway. 

I hurriedly sprinted out after him, basically skipping down the stairs to the kitchen. I hummed as I pulled open the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. I stepped out of the kitchen, only to watch the lamp on the coffee table flip on. The bottle in my hands flew off as I jumped, and I clutched my hands to my chest. Once I saw Craig's tired eyes, I instantly calmed down. "O-oh, it's just you. Why are you up so late? You were asleep earlier."

Craig scoffed. "Not many can sleep through that." He pointed to the ceiling. I was confused for a moment, but it didn't take me long to realize that he had heard everything. "You were a little loud."

All I could manage was an "Oh" before I stared back down at the floor. Everything that had felt right was starting to feel wrong again.

Craig let out a snort and shifted. "So what, he apologizes once, and then suddenly you're okay with fucking him again?"

"I-It's not like that."

"If that's all it takes, maybe I should start apologizing for more."

"Craig, stop it."

"I'll put a condom in my wallet just in case."

"I SAID, STOP!"

My shout met silence. Craig's tired expression didn't change; he just held his hands up in defeat. "Okay, Your Highness."

I wanted to explode, grab Craig by the ear and throw him out on his ass, but a few things stopped me from doing so. He was sick, there was a man out there who wanted to kill him, and worst of all, I realized what I had done to him emotionally. Maybe I thought for a moment that I loved him, and perhaps I did, but I'm married. Climbing into the shower with him was the worst thing that I could've done. I broke his heart without realizing it, and now he was upset. My guilt was beginning to overtake me.