Their New Normal

“Do you ever miss Cleo?” Mathilde looked at Cadmus, and saw his jaw tense.

“I know I gave you every reason not to trust me in the past, but you cannot keep asking me about Cleo.” he said, his face stern. 

“You paid for her to come to Paris while we were reconciling, I think I have every right to ask you about her? I know you were fucking her right before we met again, and you know I am not as rigid about that. If you still wanted her, you could still be with her.”

“And you?”

“Yeah,” she licked her lips nervously.

“Was there someone else for you because I want you. Unless you want to be with someone else? I only can be with one woman at a time.”

“Okay,” she said and continued to hold his hand.

“And that is you.”

Stopping in the middle of the park, Mathilde looked up at him, searching his eyes for a very long time. He let her, and there was barely any emotion on his face or in them. Like he was hoping she was placated.

“I just broke up with Cleo, there was some codependency stuff that we had and we fell into that. But she was with someone else, and she went back to him. And I want to be with you.”

Still searching his eyes, he looked at her still expressionless. And it was easy for her to fall into that role, and the way that he had made her feel in the past, it was tempting to act like she did not care again.

“I want to be with you, I always wanted to be with you…” she said instead not playing a role.

He caressed her shoulders, and kissed her lips so soft that she thought they melted. 

This was their new normal, trying to be honest. Trying to be together and not think about the past. Even when the past was still on his phone which she had not wanted to see, and he had not hid but if he told her that he wanted her that was what she wanted to believe. Under the shadow of a huge tree, his hand down the front of her pants made her labia feel like it was melting like her lips had from her heat and wetness.

This felt normal, it always had felt normal to her to have him. To have him touch her like this, to have him touch her, feel her hot and wet for him. It felt normal to fight with him, and not believe him but have him.

And to be his…

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