December 20, 2014
Hoover, Alabama
I'd heard once that you don't really know a person until you live with them.
I never understood that until Liv Walker moved in.
In the weeks following Zoey's funeral, my worry over Liv's mental state increased.
The nightmares, her nightmares, kept getting worse.
The screaming, the thrashing... It terrified me.
Liz reassured me, with time, Liv would get better.
"Time heals like nothing else," she had said, "and so does giving her space."
I initially thought, time and space; I can do that.
The previous night was when I was put to the test.
Like any other night, Liv fell asleep in my arms, with her back to me. Harmless.
Except... Liv always slept in her underwear, with one of my tees.
Her pert ass peeked out from beneath the black cotton, begging to be touched.
Space, remember?
I rolled onto my back, not trusting myself to be so close. The truth was, I needed her. Desperately.
It was going on 59 days since I've felt her from the inside, and not being able to rectify that was killing me.
"No," I heard Liv whimper, "No...no."
Her body began to quake then as she cried silently.
"Liv," I rubbed her arm soothingly, "Wake up, baby."
She whimpered again, "I'm sorry."
"Liv," I shake her arm, "Wake up."
"I'm sorry, Zoey!" she cried out.
"Liv!" I jolt her awake, turning her on her back.
Her teary eyes travel the room briefly before landing on me.
I smile down at her softly, "You were havin' a nightmare."
She shocks me then, pulling me to her in a rough kiss; my hand takes on a mind of its own, sliding to her hip and gripping it.
Liv holds me to her mouth, gripping my hair in fistfuls as she sucked on my bottom lip. My hand tightens around her hip, fighting the urge to rip the black cotton away.
Space!
I pull away, reluctantly, causing her to look up at me in confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asks, caressing my cheeks
"We can't, darlin'."
"Why?" Liv narrows her eyes at me.
"You just had a nightmare," I explained, "It wouldn't be right, or good, for you."
"Yes it would," she takes my hand from her hip, running it underneath her top, "Touch me."
I stroke my thumb over her nipple, filling it pebble under my touch; she smirked as she felt my cock harden against her leg.
She knew perfectly well the effect she had on me.
"Please," she begged, pulling me over her, "Touch me, Brandon."
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