A cold shower

Celine's POV

Dave pushed me to the bed the second I finished. He took my lips again, leaving me out of breath, his hand gripping my waist as I gripped his shoulder, pressing in.

I pushed back a little and broke the kiss to catch my breath.

"You need to rest, take a pain reliever," I told him.

He stared into my eyes and pushed my hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering slowly; a tingling sensation went down my spine.

"Sleep with me tonight," he blurted.

Heat rushed to my cheeks in an instant. I blinked rapidly, too overwhelmed by the sudden change. But I didn't refuse; in fact, I wanted to be with him all the time.

When I went back to my room, Tyra was still waiting there. I quickly took out my nightdresses for her to help me pick one.

"Isn't this too fast? This is, after all, your first time," she asked, worried.

I snatched a red lingerie set from her hand. "Of course not," I snapped.

"I want to give myself to him. That way, he can never leave me," I answered.

This was happening too fast, I had to admit, and I must confess that I was afraid Dave might change his mind. He had been rejecting me for so long, yet suddenly he'd accepted me.

Tyra let out a long sigh. Her eyes dashed to the clothes I had thrown on the bed and she reached out to pick one. A black nightdress.

"How about this?" she asked.

I took the dress and stared at it. Perfect. My heart thumped fast at the thought of what tonight held. I tried to calm down and not let my mind wander, after all, Dave was still injured.

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Dave's POV

The door opened and Celine walked in; she was dressed in a dangerous black nightdress that barely reached her knees. Her chest was exposed beneath the fabric and her hair was pinned up, revealing every part of her.

My throat bobbed and I turned to Jeff, who was standing beside me. He had already looked away, focusing his eyes on the floor instead. I pushed myself out of the bed and pulled the blanket with me.

I wrapped it around her, covering her up with a hard frown. "What are you doing wearing that?"

She stared at me, looking perplexed. Her eyes moved past me to Jeff, who was still standing there. "I'm sorry, I didn't know Jeff would be here," she said.

Again, I shifted my glare to Jeff, who immediately moved. He walked out of the room in three strides and shut the door behind him. I turned back to Celine and stared at her for a moment. She seemed nervous.

'Was she...?' I placed a hand on my forehead. She had thought I meant having sex, what I actually meant was just for us to lie down together side by side.

A chuckle almost escaped me, but I forced it back. If she found out, she would be so embarrassed and upset. Her expression was starting to falter; she seemed a little embarrassed already.

I leaned down and pecked her on the lips.

"Come on," I said and took her hand.

We walked back to the bed and I wrapped my arms around her, guiding her to lie down. She stayed almost still for a long moment, her heart beating against my arm.

"Dave," she called.

I gazed down at her and our eyes met. She moved and leaned forward to kiss me. I didn't stop her, but then her hands moved against my chest.

The trail of her fingers almost made me lose control in that instant. I grabbed her hands and stopped her.

"Not tonight," I whispered to her.

She looked flustered almost immediately, her hands withdrawing and her gaze shifting down. "Of course. You're still hurt," she said, more like she was comforting herself.

I took her cheeks and lifted them up. I parted my lips, wanting to tell her it wasn't just that, but on second thought I changed my mind.

It was better if she thought that, rather than thinking I had rejected her. Though I had decided to stop hiding from my feelings, I didn't just want to have her. I wanted it to be special.

"Wait a little longer," I whispered into her ear. "I promise I'll make it memorable."

She nodded slowly, her body trembling again. She clutched her hands around me and buried her head into my chest, falling asleep.

But all night, I stayed awake, unable to close my eyes. I thought I would be able to endure it for the night, but I just couldn't. Celine moved, pulling away from me and adjusting to the other side of the bed.

My eyes caught her body and I forced down a gulp. My lust rose hard within me, and I clutched the sheet, turning away from her. I pulled the blanket off and hurried to the bathroom.

It took me two hours before I finally calmed down and went back to bed.

The moment I lay down, she opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around me fast. "Where did you go?" her grip was quite firm.

"To calm down."

She didn't say anything but snuggled against me, her hand settling on my chest and moving down slowly. I grabbed her hand, but she grunted disapprovingly and I let go. Again she caressed me, almost like a deliberate act to provoke me.

I clenched my hands against the bed and let out a low grunt, shutting my eyes. "Stop," my voice came out cracked.

Celine's eyes fluttered open; she looked at me with drowsy eyes, like she was trying to process that. Then she moved and lay on me, her arms resting against my chest.

"Stop what?" She lifted her head, staring innocently at me, pretending she had no idea what she was doing.

I snapped my eyes open and grabbed her, pinning her down to the bed in a strained breath.