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Eliza curled against Terrence, on his couch. She knew she was supposed to have called it off with him, but she could not help but follow her heart. Terrence held her close, and she felt like she was melting about him.
They were both silent because they knew how close they had come to this being over.
Them being over.
But Eliza was pretty sure that she had not had any intention of not ever being with him again, even when she told him that she was not going to be able to be with him again. That Terrencehad told her that she could not be with him again, and she followed through to tell Terrence this…but she knew…
But she wanted him, she wanted him when she walked through his door. She wanted him, when she lied and suggested that they would not be together again. Her body had melted even before Terrence touched her. And when they made love, it was the best love they had ever made.
“I am sorry…” she whispered.
Terrence cradled her breasts against his forearm, and kissed her neck.
“For what?”
Eliza closed her eyes, and pressed her body to his.
“For lying to you…I never meant a word of it. I wanted you when I got here.”
Terrence covered her in an instant, and Eliza was absolved of her sins. Her heart raced in her chest, and she followed it without abandon…
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Nichy’s lips were swollen, and not from having been with Michelle just moments before. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks raw from having kissed Graham. Inside she was raw from what he said to her.
He had never been so vulnerable with her before. Since he had found her again, first he was intimidating. He slowly re-introduced her to the sensual passion that she had never been able to forget that they shared. But it had never felt like he loved her, it had never felt like he wanted to be with her.
She lie on her side in the back of the car that she had taken, as he had whispered in her ear before she left that he did not want a real stalker to grab her. Her hand was between her thighs. She had not let him this time, even though she knew that he would have fucked her in the alley, and she would have loved it. Just where he had pressed himself against her was burning between her legs, and made her sigh, wondering if she should have let him.
With the driver’s eyes on the road, she placed her hand on the triangle just below her belly. Just the tip of her belly was charged with arousal. Nichy let her hand rest there, when she pressed softly she felt vulnerable and really wished she had let Graham… If at any time she should have had sex with him, this should have been the time when he was being open with her. When he was being emotional which he rarely was. He held her close, after they kissed, and he understood that she was not going to let him. He placed his hand on the small of her back, and kissed her temple as they waited for her car to come.
“I will always find you…” he said.
Nichy closed her eyes, and let her fingers caress the very tip of her lips through her dress. She could feel her hair there, and closed her eyes as her fingers grazed the edge of her clit.
She ached for Graham, and she was overwhelmed that he made her feel like this every time. But she knew that she had made the right decision not letting him in the alley.
Michelle was such a distant thought now, and when Nichy opened her eyes she saw her apartment building. She knew Tyler was there. Knew she wanted to lie beside him, and knew that he made her happier than anyone ever had because he had never withheld his feelings about anything.
But she could not say that even still, and probably forever, Graham would have that pull. She gasped when she realized she could feel the dampness between her legs where it had not been damp before.
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Anticipation filled Eliza, as she pressed her body closer against Terrence’s. His fingers still dug into her flesh, but there was trepidation there as well. She could not say a thing because she knew that she had put it there—the fear—so she let herself be soft under his touch. That was her true penance, not what he had indicated before.
Terrence let his hands rest on her hips, and placed his lips on her neck. Eliza remained soft and pliant underneath him. The sweetness about what might happen between them was so saccharine, that it made her teeth hurt almost.
When he kissed her lips, it was the sweetest kiss she had ever had. It was almost the sweetest anything she had ever had because she had had a lot of kisses that had been amazing, but with Terrence there was a difference in expectation. Eliza did not anticipate anything with him, but what happened with them in the moment. In the moment like now, he kissed her and she felt the tip of her vulva dampen like a fiery volcano. When he kissed her she forgot where she was, and did not care where she was in fact.
Except with him.
Their bodies pressed together with such fierce desire that she was sure there was smoke if you looked close enough, between their pelvic bones rubbing like sticks for fire. She looked up at him, and he looked at her for the briefest moment before he kissed her almost unconscious along her neck. Eliza bit the tip of her tongue from the sweetness of his breath, and the sensation of his warm skin.
The anticipation so great, it burst within her. All she thought of right then was the moment, and Terrence.
Terrence like God.
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All Nichy could hear was the click of her heels down the alley, and the Nina Simone song in her head, “I Put A Spell On You…”
The sound of her heels was heavy, before she looked down at her phone to see where her car was.
When she felt a tightness on her wrist, at first she thought it was carpal tunnel syndrome. But then she realized her hand was being held away from her.
She looked up, and she was not even surprised.
“You are insatiable darling Nichy, just insatiable…”
Nichy did not know how much more of this she could take. It seemed that she could not escape from him, there was no point of her life that he was not part of. He shared every intimacy.
“My favorite neighborhood stalker,” she said darkly.
Graham squeezed her hand tighter, and she looked up at him again. She immediately knew that she should not have taunted him. He had the ability to follow her like the antagonist in A Long, Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott—all over the world and back again.
When she looked in his eyes, she felt like he had put a spell on her. She swallowed, her lips dry before Graham spit on them. He licked his saliva from her lips and kissed her, kissed her like he had been the one who was parched. He kissed her—they kissed—until he pulled away panting and looked in her eyes.
“You make me chase you, I will chase you for the rest of my life if that is the only way…”
Nichy looked at him, and swallowed.
“Only way what?”
Graham stared at her angrily, as if she knew and was making him stated the obvious which he hated to do. He pushed her back, and a stray cat or large rat ran past them. She only knew she heard the scuffle as it did. Face to face, Graham stared at her for a long time before he said anything.
“If it is the only way I can be with you…”
Nichy relaxed against the brick, and felt the cool metal of the trash can she bumped into as they kissed again. She simpered before she fell into a deep kiss with him, made all the hotter because she knew that he knew that she had been with Michelle.
And that she was heading to Tyler.
But his kiss was something she could never resist, and she was pretty sure it was fatal. Fatal, as he pulled her leg up over his, and ground against her making his desire an open secret.
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“It is a a new start for us, for Rafe and me…” Eliza said, looking at Terrence.Terrence frowned as he studied her, but he said nothing.
“I never told Rafe about you, but he figured out there was someone and told me it cannot go on. I broke up with him for not telling me about being with someone!”
“So you want to end this? You want to end me?” Terrence exclaimed.
Eliza was breathless all of a sudden. She did not want to end it, to end Terrence. But she felt she had to because she had not told Rafe about him first.
Because she had kept Terrence a secret, it was like he was her dirty little secret.
“You want to push me aside like a dirty little secret…”
“Stop reading my mind!” Eliza screamed, and started to shake. “Stop reading my mind!”
Terrence placed his hands on her shoulders to calm her. She did not feel calm, and was happy he was there to relax her. “In Paris, you sensed my inner turmoil, and you said all of the things that I needed to hear and that..”
“That was why you made love with me? It was all my fault? I seduced you?”
Eliza tensed under his touch, and looked in his eyes.
“I wanted to be seduced.”
“And this, this between us has been nothing more than sex? Sex you want to sweep to the side, so that you can have your happy engagement back and a pure heart for your fiancé?”
“Terrence–”
His fingers dug into her shoulders, not with anger but desperation. They both knew there was nothing true about what he said. She put her hands over his.
“This is like your penance.”
“Terrence–”
He looked into her eyes, and she was immediately contrite for everything.
She did not want to lose him.
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Nichy followed Michelle to her apartment. She made it sound to Renee and Theodora, as if she was doing so because she was only trying to be nice to Michelle. Renee looked at her for a long time, and Nichy was sure that Renee suspected something but said nothing.“Say hi to Gavin for me,” Nichy said, and wondered if that seemed cold after.
“I will,” Renee said, and kissed her cheek.
Michelle opened her door, and Nichy gasped.
The futuristic design of the apartment looked like something from the future.
“This is something!” Nichy exclaimed.
Michelle turned around and smiled.
“I had it designed by an ex, he was an architect, There was something not quite so accessible about him, but he was able to do this for me.”
Michelle walked around in her apartment which looked a fishbowl. Everything was rounded, much like Michelle. Michelle turned to look at her.
“Are you going to stand there all night? Are you playing hard to get again?” Michelle asked.
Nichy walked over to Michelle, and Michelle laughed.
“You are so pretty, I would play any game you like Nichy. As long as I get you in the end…”
Nichy stared at Michelle’s lips, with freshly applied lipstick. She did not even realize when they kissed. Michelle’s lips were soft and hungry, which was a potent aphrodisiac. Michelle pulled her close, and Nichy felt molded to her curves.
“I do not think that I need to offer you anything to drink, so what can I offer you Nichy? Sometimes, I wish life could be like a story that I write.”
“What do you write?”
“Hmmm,” Michelle hummed, and Nichy felt the vibration of it through her body because they were so close. “Speculative fiction, and when I write sex scenes they are out of this world!”
Nichy caressed Michelle, she did not think about it. Her hands savored the softness of her curves, and all the things that she had wanted to touch all night. Had Tyler felt the same way? She was unable to determine if she really wanted Michelle, or if she wanted to experience what Tyler had. Wanted to know what he had felt, and what Michelle was like that was so different than her. Nichy knew that he loved her and she loved him, and she had forgiven him but her curiosity was still there.
And he could not get mad at her because he had done it. But she had been with Graham, so who was she to point fingers?
What fingers were there to point, when she and Michelle began to rub up against each other. Michelle was rounded against the wall, and Nichy rubbed noses with her. When she placed her hand on Michelle’s hips, Michelle bucked them and placed her hands over hers.
It was like deja vu that she could not share with Michelle, instead of being called Michelle, she whimpered Michelle’s name over and over as they made love. She saw their naked bodies overhead above Michelle’s bed, which reflected their slithering sixty-nine position. Her eyes were dazed between Michelle’s thighs, and she wondered if this was something she had done with Tyler.
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