𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

3 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒- chapter 26

I take off my clothes and waiting for the boiling
bath, go inside.

The thoughts in my head keep popping up and the consequences do not show any sign of positivity.

I put my head back and try to relax, the water almost success to do so, but the bad feeling is still there.

I overlap and wash myself, thinking to myself that I should go to Avery and talk to her about the college, too simple.

I get out of the shower and around me wrapped in a towel and around my head as well.

I enter my room and look for my clothes but before I can find them, a hand grabs my shoulders, oh no.
"Stop dodging me, God," he mumbles and shrugs, I knew it would come.

"This," I point on both of us, holding a towel in my other hand. "It can not happen, it's not," I whisper, looking into his eyes and his penetrating gaze penetrating to my own eyes.

"It's already happened babe," he mumbles, approaching me, holding my towel.

Babe?

He never called me like that, but I love it when he calls me like that.

Babe.

"No," I say again. Continues to look into his eyes.

"Stop it," I ask, but he keeps holding the towel, he approaches.

"You confuse me so much over and over again," he raises his voice, running his hand over my shoulder, my skin shivering and I sigh, God.

"I do not want you to touch me," I lie, moving his hand from my shoulder.

"Yeah, You want to," he insists as only he knows how,So fucking convincing.

My stomach turns and I know what I'm doing,
So wrong.

"Release me pls " I ask, begging.

"One day you cum on my fingers and then get upset, and the next day you are fucking Masturbatinga me and dodge me? "I would say it's you that not releasing Hazel," he says aggressively, teasing me on purpose.

His words hurt me, but it's true.

I have no self control and it's wrong, so wrong.

"Your cock is not worth it, believe me," I tease
stupidly, feeling good about myself that took him down a bit from his huge ego, my eyes burning from looking at him, but his hand advances to my hair, sending me a strong shiver.

He chuckles, "Really? You seem to be enjoying stroking me baby, ''

He's Holding my head with both hands.

I can not accept what he offers, and he knows it, and he does it.

"You're hurting me this way, Dust," I explain myself , trying to say I can't go through this departure again.

But he ignores and continues to hold my face.

"You are so beautiful," he mumbles again, in a whisper, stroking my cheek, stroking.

I close my eyes, feeling his hand make her way under my towel, God.

My stomach turns over, I feel the wetness accumulate between my two legs and the pain in my heart refuses to leave.

I allow myself to lean on him, allow him to hug me, touch me, speak to me in a way only Dust knows.

I inhale as he touches the side of my cheek and he for a moment keeps stroking my face with his hands.

"Your eyes," he mutters in a whisper and kisses them, I feel every kiss most strongly.

"You've always seen it all better," he says, shivering.
"Your cheek," he kisses her, and the other, too, my God.