Reverse Comfort Novels & Stories

“Calm down.” I don't know what triggered him to be like this. He just hit me lightly and that's not intentional. Was it because of his nightmare? He gradually calmed down and his breathing was back to normal. I then felt him showering kisses on my neck while brushing his fingers in my hair. I was supposed to be the one who would soothe him but at his gestures, I'm the one who felt comforted. I attempted to pull away. “I'll get you water–”

Which was not going to help in eradicating arousal. Regardless, she used the body wash, soaked in blessedly hot water for twenty minutes, and toweled dry. The t-shirt was dark blue, had the Fallen Veterans logo on the back, and fell to her knees. It covered more than the dress she'd had on, yet she felt naked. She contemplated the thick gray bathrobe hanging on the door, and snatched it on her way out.

“I might not always understand your mind but I’m the last person who would judge you about any of your choices. I stayed with you while you healed for months. I saw your trauma and suffering firsthand while they thrived on your demise. Trust me, I know,” Tamara’s shoulders shook and she shook her head as tears leaked from her eyes. “But that’s the thing, Marco. You were right! I The revenge,” Tamara shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts. “The revenge is—- It's eating me from the inside,” Tamara whispered her fear to her best friend through teary eyes.

Then three. The conversation grew easier. The room grew warmer. Ryan could feel the alcohol beginning to dull his thoughts. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I think I've had enough." Chloe looked at him with an amused smile. "So soon?" "I should stop." She slowly reached across the table and took the bottle from his hand. "One last round." Ryan looked at her. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The cheerful atmosphere had changed into something neither of them fully understood. Ryan stood abruptly.