Finding You, In Me (BWWM)

Finding You, In Me (BWWM)

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"You deserve to be happy. Don't let fear stop you from getting what you deserve." I felt his warm hand circle my arm as he gently moved me from the doorway. He started to leave. I know I called out to him. I said his name several times. I trotted behind him like a toddler in a supermarket trying to keep up with it's parent. I tugged at his sweatshirt but he didn't turn to look back at me. He ignored me completely as he threw his car door open and started the engine. Then he backed out of my driveway and disappeared down the empty street. I just stood there, looking on, as if he might turn back and tell me he was kidding. Those headlights would spin back around in my direction. Any second now. But there was no Eric. He was really gone. I slowly made my way back inside and as I reached my door, I realised that I was outside and barefoot, wrapped in a bedsheet and it had rained.
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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