Comfort

“She’s still asleep,” Oscar said, and Eliza felt soothed with his hand on top of hers. 

Alessandra had fainted at the cafe, and she was still excitable, so they had given her a sedative to calm her down. Oscar was called because he was her emergency contact even though they had broken up a long time ago. It was good to have him there. Eliza was pretty shaken up after the incident because she did not know what had caused Alessa to pass out.

Oscar had hugged her when he had walked into the hospital room, and she immediately felt comforted and safe.

“You did not tell me that you were seeing Alessa,” he said, kissing her temple.

“I was going to tell you after I saw you, and then she fainted.”

“I think it is good that you guys got together because you did become very close friends. I was sad that it ended the way that it did.”

“I love Alessa, but I do not love her that way that she wants me to love her, and I do not want to feel guilty about that. My whole connection with her has been so bizarre. Her being with you, then she and I being so close, and then her falling in love with me.

“I know,” Oscar said, pulling her closer and kissing her temple. 

Eliza looked up at Oscar, and he kissed her. It was so natural to kiss him like that, she kissed him in earnest. He took her hand, and they walked outside of Alessa’s room. Her room was right in front of the nurse’s station, so they knew she was safe.

He pulled her into a stairwell, and it was very deja vu of when he pulled her into the staircase when they were in Shanghai. Was it the fear from Alessa passing out that made her need to be calmed down? Was it just seeing Oscar and their history that made the difference?

He pressed her to the wall, kissing her and squeezing her breast. Eliza sucked on the tip of his tongue like she would have sucked him somewhere else because she wanted him so much. He stopped kissing her and swooning she moved toward him.

“I missed you,” he said, holding her face. “I want to look at you.”

The way he looked at her churned her emotions inside like nothing else.

“I want you,” she replied because she could not wait.

Oscar never denied her, and he pulled her dress up. Eliza could hear how wet she was when he slipped his finger inside of her. Eliza spread her legs more and closed her eyes as he finger fucked her so good she did not need him to fuck her in the stairwell. He knew her so well he knew how to quench her desire with just his fingers. 

Oscar took her hand, and she felt kind of light-headed because she had come so hard. When they walked into Alessa’s room holding hands, the patient was sitting up in bed and looked at them where their hands were joined.

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