Thirty Seven

Lenora

I tiptoed down the hallway, crimson with frustration and humiliation. CJ's response bruised me and my embarrassment quickly turned to annoyance.

I didn't know what to do or think anymore. He couldn't tell me he loved me back, despite knowing how I longed for him to say it out loud and to mean it.

Every cell in my body wanted him and he knew this, yet he hurt more than he could possibly imagine. It seemed he had a field day by always making sure I was unhappy.

My heart felt like an aching old wound and I shook my head regretfully, blaming myself for always falling for his antics.

Everything was confusing because if he wanted me for sex, he would have fucked me and dumped me afterward, but tonight when I initiated sex, I found his rejection vaguely disturbing.

Although he'd satisfied me wholly with his tongue, I wanted him to penetrate inside me and make love to me properly. I wanted skin-on-skin contact with his cock buried deep in my moist wetness.

A part of my brain assu