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As the seconds ticked by in interminable silence, the radiant warmth drained from her body while he put the pieces together. She fought against the tears that were suddenly welling in her eyes. It was too good to last, she had known that all along. Didn’t make it hurt any less, though.
Stacey mentally chastised herself for being so stupid. She should know better by now! Not for having the most incredible night of sex with a man she didn’t know (which admittedly was pretty stupid), but for allowing herself to think for even one second that it could be anything more than that. Because, damn her, she let herself get completely carried away by the foolish, fantastical notion of a perfect guy. If there ever was such a thing, she could have believed this man was hers. Never before had she felt such an instant connection with another person. Not just physically, either. When he’d looked into her eyes and he made love to her, she could have sworn he was seeing right down into her soul.
Humiliated, she felt the heat blooming in her face and hastily pulled the sheet tighter around her like a shield. She blamed Lina. All that talk about how things were between her and Kyle made Stacey actually believe the possibility of instant, true love between destined soulmates actually existed. The fact that she’d indulged in a beer or two after writing a fantastic, page-scorching novel yesterday obviously hadn’t helped with her tenuous grip on reality, either.
Unlike the soreness between her legs, which would remain for some time yet, her languorous post-coital bliss was completely gone. Stacey began locking herself away, piece by piece, back into her safe zone.
It’s all right , she told herself firmly. She could handle this. She was a grown woman. A successful, independent, mature woman. One who had just had incredible sex and made the mistake of believing her own fiction.
She attempted a smile. “Hey, don’t worry about it.” She sounded too bright, too cheery. The words rang false, even in her own ears. “It’s not contagious or anything.”
* * *
“I - ” Johnny tried to speak and couldn’t. He was at a loss for words.
Admittedly, the wheelchair had taken him by surprise. She was so beautiful, so passionate, so perfect. She managed to make him come with the force of a tsunami. And she definitely had feeling below the waist, along with the most amazing cock-grabbing sheath he’d ever felt.
It took a few moments for his mind to make the journey back from the land of Epic Sex and re-engage. By the time it did, Stacey had already shifted to the edge and lifted herself into her chair with the effortless ease of someone who had performed the maneuver a thousand times.
“No biggie.” She shot him a hard look, daring him to think otherwise. When he said nothing, she grabbed a few items from her suitcase and wheeled herself from the room.
Johnny watched her leave, then sunk onto the bed. Christ, what had he done?
The bathroom door closed, and soon he heard the sound of water running into the combined shower/tub. Images assaulted his brain, images of her trying to lift herself in and out of the tub, falling on the slick tile, getting hurt. He grabbed a loose pair of sweats and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Go away.” she said. The words were thick, muffled. Just like Lina’s used to get when she was...
Oh God, she was crying .
“Please, open the door.” Johnny rested his head against the smooth wood.
“Fuck off.” He flinched. The pain in her voice sliced through him, cutting him as easily as if she’d swung a scythe at him. He stayed by the door for the next hour until he heard the sound of the water draining from the tub. He knew in his heart that she didn’t need – or want – his help. But he couldn’t seem to help himself. The need to protect her, to watch over her, was there.
When it sounded as if she was about ready to emerge, he quietly left the room and made for the bathroom
As the seconds ticked by in interminable silence, the radiant warmth drained from her body while he put the pieces together. She fought against the tears that were suddenly welling in her eyes. It was too good to last, she had known that all along. Didn’t make it hurt any less, though.
Stacey mentally chastised herself for being so stupid. She should know better by now! Not for having the most incredible night of sex with a man she didn’t know (which admittedly was pretty stupid), but for allowing herself to think for even one second that it could be anything more than that. Because, damn her, she let herself get completely carried away by the foolish, fantastical notion of a perfect guy. If there ever was such a thing, she could have believed this man was hers. Never before had she felt such an instant connection with another person. Not just physically, either. When he’d looked into her eyes and he made love to her, she could have sworn he was seeing right down into her soul.
Humiliated, she felt the heat blooming in her face and hastily pulled the sheet tighter around her like a shield. She blamed Lina. All that talk about how things were between her and Kyle made Stacey actually believe the possibility of instant, true love between destined soulmates actually existed. The fact that she’d indulged in a beer or two after writing a fantastic, page-scorching novel yesterday obviously hadn’t helped with her tenuous grip on reality, either.
Unlike the soreness between her legs, which would remain for some time yet, her languorous post-coital bliss was completely gone. Stacey began locking herself away, piece by piece, back into her safe zone.
It’s all right , she told herself firmly. She could handle this. She was a grown woman. A successful, independent, mature woman. One who had just had incredible sex and made the mistake of believing her own fiction.
She attempted a smile. “Hey, don’t worry about it.” She sounded too bright, too cheery. The words rang false, even in her own ears. “It’s not contagious or anything.”
* * *
“I - ” Johnny tried to speak and couldn’t. He was at a loss for words.
Admittedly, the wheelchair had taken him by surprise. She was so beautiful, so passionate, so perfect. She managed to make him come with the force of a tsunami. And she definitely had feeling below the waist, along with the most amazing cock-grabbing sheath he’d ever felt.
It took a few moments for his mind to make the journey back from the land of Epic Sex and re-engage. By the time it did, Stacey had already shifted to the edge and lifted herself into her chair with the effortless ease of someone who had performed the maneuver a thousand times.
“No biggie.” She shot him a hard look, daring him to think otherwise. When he said nothing, she grabbed a few items from her suitcase and wheeled herself from the room.
Johnny watched her leave, then sunk onto the bed. Christ, what had he done?
The bathroom door closed, and soon he heard the sound of water running into the combined shower/tub. Images assaulted his brain, images of her trying to lift herself in and out of the tub, falling on the slick tile, getting hurt. He grabbed a loose pair of sweats and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Go away.” she said. The words were thick, muffled. Just like Lina’s used to get when she was...
Oh God, she was crying .
“Please, open the door.” Johnny rested his head against the smooth wood.
“Fuck off.” He flinched. The pain in her voice sliced through him, cutting him as easily as if she’d swung a scythe at him. He stayed by the door for the next hour until he heard the sound of the water draining from the tub. He knew in his heart that she didn’t need – or want – his help. But he couldn’t seem to help himself. The need to protect her, to watch over her, was there.
When it sounded as if she was about ready to emerge, he quietly left the room and made for the bathroom
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