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Chapter 8: push
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It should have been just once Chapter 16: Mekwe
Harriet~Devon doesn’t follow me upstairs right away and that should have been my first clue.I’m in the room, half undressed and pulling on a sweater I don’t need because the house is warm and I am already too aware of my own skin, when I hear his footsteps in the hallway. They stop outside the door briefly, start and then stop again before the door swings open.Devon stands are the door with his jaw tight and his eyes dark.Sometime between when we came back and now, he has rolled up his sleeves and the bulk of his muscular arm is showing… I swallow.“Have you given Sam a response yet?” He asks and I shake my head.“Not yet, but u definitely will.”I have no idea who I’m trying to convince, myself or him.“Well Harriet, since you’ve been waiting for a good reaction from me, here’s one… I don’t think you should.”I see his response for what it is, the careful phrasing of a man who thinks restraint makes him innocent.“I’ll ask again for the… I don’t know how many tone. Why?”he si
It should have been just once Chapter 15: Building
Harriet~Devon just grabs his car keys and walks towards the door. He doesn't say ‘let’s go’, he just jingles the keys like I am meant to be summoned by the sound of it.I follow anyway, because apparently I enjoy emotional whiplash before noon.Outside, the air is warm in that almost-Christmas way that makes no sense but still feels right, the sun is actually doing too much for December. Devon walks ahead of me, with his shoulders set and his jaw tight.He is the picture of a man who has already lost an argument he refuses to admit he’s having.He unlocks the car and doesn’t open my door this time like usual. I open it myself and slide in, watching his reflection in the window as he circles to the driver’s side. He gets in, starts the engine, adjusts the mirrors. All business-like.“So,” I say, buckling up. “What store are we going to first?”“Hardware,” he replies. “Then lumber.”“Exciting.”He shoots me a look. “Well you don’t have to come along anymore.”I smile sweetly just to
It should have been just once Chapter 14: what?
Harriet~Once again the ruckus from the work all around the house wakes me up.It doesn’t wake me up gently but rather with the sound of something heavy being dropped and with zero regard for the fact that the sun has barely risen. I lie there for a second, with my eyes shut and my jaw tight.I swear I’m already annoyed and aware of my body in a way I don’t want to be.My thighs feel tense and my stomach feels strange. There’s a faint ache that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with hands and memory and the fact that I went to bed pretending something hadn’t happened when it very clearly had.Devon isn’t beside me when I feel around for him. Of course he isn’t.I get up and change out of my sleepwear and go to shower quickly. When I’m done, I pull on shorts and the first shirt I find, don’t bother with a bra, and head downstairs with my hair loose and damp, still smelling faintly like conditioner. The kitchen is already alive when I walk in.Devon’s at the counter, h
It should have been just once Chapter 13: Fingers
Harriet ~My dream gradually dissolves and leaves behind just the physical evidence of it.I wake up with a gasp, but it’s not from fear at all. But from a lingering and potent ache from deep inside my body.My body feels like a stranger to me, thrumming with a deep, insistent need that has my clit pulsing in a frantic, demanding rhythm.And the physical evidence? It’s not a ghost of a feeling, but a real, a slick, hot reality between my thighs. I’m so wet I can feel it soaked through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts.Devon and I are tangled together, his entire body is pressed against me and his body feels like a furnace at my back. His arm is a heavy weight draped across my waist, his breath is warm and is released in steady puffs against my neck. Normally, this is my safe harbor. But tonight, it’s a prison of my own making, locking me in with the shameful and desperate throb of my own arousal. My breathing is ragged and I do my best to control it.My hand moves on its own, li
It should have been just once Chapter 12: Boots
“I love your boobs.”Those are the words that drag me out of sleep. The words just dropped straight into my ears.“What?” I slur, my face is still buried in the pillow and my brain lagging behind my mouth.“I said I love your boots,” he says immediately. Could I have possibly heard wrong? “Can you wake up? There’s a rave tonight and I’m bringing you with me.”I roll onto my back slowly, and open my eyes squinting against the dim light in the room. The lamp is on. That’s the first thing I register. Power probably came back at some point while I was asleep. I love over to see Devon leaning against the doorframe, already dressed up in . Jacket on, shoes laced and his hair slightly damp probably from hair products.I touch the bed around me and note that I’m still under the covers. He probably woke up at some point and transported me to the bed while I slept fitfully.“A rave,” I repeat.“Yeah.”“You hate raves.” That was true, he was almost always complaining each time he came back from
It should have been just once Chapter 11: Rain
Harriet~Later in the evening, it starts raining. The silly rain starts like it’s actually testing the house. A few drops fall first.I’m in the middle of folding my clothes when the first thunder cracks so loud it rattles the window and makes my heart jump straight into my throat.“Fuck,” I mutter, pressing a hand to my chest. It does nothing to stabilize my wildly beating heart.I hate thunder. I always have. It’s stupid, irrational and embarrassing but it crawls under my skin and stays there. When we were younger, I used to pretend I wasn’t scared. Used to sit very still and very quiet and hope no one noticed how tightly my fingers were curled into my palms.Devon always noticed.Another boom rolls through the house, deeper this time also closer.I stand there for a second, debating with myself like an idiot. Go downstairs. Don’t go downstairs. You’re not a child. You don’t need him. You don’t need…The lights cut out.Fucking hell.The room drops into darkness so sudden it
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