28 Hayden

28

Hayden

“I want you or… nothing.”

What the fuck did I just say? Was that the right time to disappear under the blanket and ignore Zara? Maybe lock myself in the bathroom and take a cold shower with clothes on. I felt embarrassed and so fucking naked, even with boxers and stripped pyjamas.

“Hayden…”

This was it. Zara would say, You are a possessive jerk, leave me alone. I wouldn’t have kissed you if you were going to be so emotional about it. And then she would put on her clothes and walk out of the room, leaving me confused and sad and hurt on the bed while I wondered if it was because I didn’t have sex with or if my tongue game wasn’t that strong.

But I had made her orgasm twice, hadn’t I? Oh fuck. Was she faking it?

“I would… um, like that.” Her cheeks flushed as she looked at her lap. My eyes travelled down the curve of her spine. “I haven’t done this before. You know… belonging to each other. All or nothing, although I felt the same way, but if I haven’t experienced it before so