Break Me Open (28 page)
"You can go back now," I said. "You can go back to your classes and your schoolwork."
"I did," she said. "That's where I found the compound to wake you up. Well, I mean I guessed and thank god I guessed right."
Again, she had saved my life. Literally. "I don't know how to thank you," I said. "I'm just happy you can go back to your normal life."
"Oh," she glanced at an empty syringe. "I must have messed something up."
Everything felt alright inside. Was this heat not for her? Was it something bad? "What?"
"I must have mixed in some psychiatric meds to make you so melodramatic."
She trembled with laughter. I caught on and joined her. "I'm just saying -"
"Oh, shut up. I'm not going anywhere. I can go back to school and still be with you.
It was what I had dreamed of hearing all that time inside my head. I remembered the darkness of the sky overhead though. With Nico's words I knew what that meant. "Winds rising,” I said. “We might have stirred up a storm.”
"We'll ride through it together."
She squeezed my hand again, and I wished she would never let go. If that put her in danger well, I would be there. Because I needed her to be there when I was in trouble.
And after it passed.
And every other goddamn time.
Her finger traced across my palm, like a flint lighting a spark.
"Actually," I said, “The wind isn't all that's rising."
She smiled a crooked smiled, checked the lock on the door, and climbed up onto the bed. She bared our bodies, bound her flesh to mine.
It was the best medicine I could ever ask for.
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"Thank me? I was saving you from this."
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I traced a palm along his bare chest, and halfway down, he grabbed my arms and spread me open. I could feel my thick breasts thrust out at him and smiled a coy smile. His mouth hung open; his eyes locked on me in naked hunger.
He pressed me back with my arms. "No. Don't make me tie you up."
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His eyes narrowed to slits and then his mouth smashed onto mine. We staggered back into the wall so hard, the wood creaked. He pinned my hands against the frayed wood and crushed his face harder into mine. His lips were soft and wet, and I could barely manage his hunger as he mashed mine up and down. His chest just barely touched my breasts, and even through my thick bra, my nipples registered whorls of pleasure at the feel of all that muscle enslaved to his breath.