If I Lie : Book 2

40. Give Me Love

We are finally in the 40's of the book, thank goodness! I thought I was never going to get out of the 30s, I want the book to progress a little faster and get to the 50's by end of the first week in February. That is a realistic goal if my wifi stops flaring or messing up and we can keep the bill paid. 

Btw my copy and pasting skills fucking sucks ass. I got "gooshy" writing this whole entire chapter, I love disturbing you guys like that. I'm a sicko. Enjoyyyyyy

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Ashley POV

The kids are gone, Noah and Felecia are walking to the carnival and we have the house all to ourselves; for some reason I am nervous. I can smell the popcorn from the kitchen and the candles lit in the living room . . . They smell of linen and what you'd imagine the sun to smell like and it is so relaxing. 

Matthew comes to me first, hugging me and inhaling sharply. "I've missed you," he says sincerely, his voice breaking and laced with pain. Matthew squeezes me, leaving Corvina unable to come into our embrace. I can see her over his shoulder, I look into her eyes and she is smiling at me like a mother does. 

"Matt, let her go," 

Matthew listens and lets me go, his thumb and forefinger pressed against his temple in a troubled sort of way, he groans and walks off to the kitchen to cut something up. I wonder what is bothering him. "what was that all about?" I ask.

"He just really misses you is all and work is exhausting finally taking its toll on him, it's not every day your business takes a tumble," Corvina kisses my forehead and takes me by the hand, leading us to the huge, white leather sectional. "we're planning things very meticulously, but only to make sure everything is perfect in the upcoming months--  shit, how was your first day as a teacher? How could I forget that?"

I giggled and shrugged my shoulders. "it was pretty good, besides my son getting beaten down but I got that all straightened out, the kids are okay and the job pays well although that isn't what it is about-- I miss painting, doing actual art and getting my hands messy," I held up my paint-covered hands and revealed welts on my forefingers. Though I had washed them it was hard to make five-star quality come off as easily as Crayola might have. "I miss working with children and being fucking inspired."

We both sighed happily and kissed each other passionately. I had almost forgotten what her lips felt like, like satin and smelled of blueberry stained lipstick, her long and warm arms, her hands so nimble and sharp. That pointy nose that comes across mine in an Eskimo kiss. My lips open to clash tongues. I am here in space, floating in a sea of stars.  She pulls me in with everything that is in her. "I am proud of you," she tells me in between our kisses, causing me to smile. 

I can hear Matthew behind us, his flat and big feet with popcorn under his arm with drinks on a tray in the other. "we both are, sweetheart," he confirms. He settles the food and drinks down, getting on his knees before the both of us as Corvina and I kiss each other intimately. He is a simp and I find it actually kind of cute that he lives to please us both, watch us do what comes naturally. "my girls," he says in awe amazement. 

"Kiss Daddy too, baby," Corvina gently turns my face to Matthew, I obey and kiss him. His lips are strong, retaining softness all at once. Corvina pets my head for a while as I kiss Matthew, the feeling of warmth spreads over my body like a smoke bomb. His hands reached for my throat, feeling my pulse and I feel my pulse against his thick hands, I feel the minimal pressure of his grasp on me. . . I love it. I feel owned.