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“Like what?” I ask.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says.
“Well, that’s the past and now I’m here.” My hand moves lower along his naked torso. “I’ll always love you.”
“Parker, I have an early class, please do not turn me on,” he pleads. “I won’t be able to think straight for the next few hours.”
I grab hold of his cock and it’s already hard, so I sit up and climb on top of him, my thighs straddling either side of him.
“Are you saying no?” I ask taking both his hands in mine and placing them on either side of my hips.
“Are you questioning me?” he asks, suddenly grabbing both of my hands and restraining them behind my back as he sits up.
His green eyes burn into mine as I feel his cock slide inside me. Our chests are pressed together and he starts he move inside of me. Gently at first, until he starts going faster.
Our eyes are in a fixed, hot gaze as his cock fills me with satisfying thrust. Deeper, harder.Fuck, yes.My clit contracts and a scream escapes my lips.
“Hudson,” I whimper as I fall against him.
He releases my hands and moves me off of him, before getting up from the bed.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he says with his back facing me.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my eyebrows knitting in confusion.
“You won’t always love me. It’s not a possibility.”
“Then you’re underestimating me,” I challenge.
“You’re in love now. One day you’ll grow to hate me. Just give it time.”
“Why do you have to say things like that?”
Am I making progress in this situation? Because sometimes, it really feels like I’m not. How long can anyone wager in a losing battle?
“I don’t know. Because I know it’s true, so I’ll save you from any hope and pain,” he says.
I gather the sheet around me, the frustration is starting to build up inside of me again.
“So, are we always going to go backward?”
“I’m afraid so.”
I sigh tiredly. “Hudson, what is wrong with you?”
He turns around. “Exactly! What is wrong with me?! There it is? That question will always be there!”
“You’re driving me to the point where I’m going to ask you that because I can’t figure it out.”
“Stop,” he says. “I don’t want to discuss this anymore. It’s making my head pain.”
He stands silent for a moment until he starts pulling on his clothes. He tugs his black t-shirt over his head and then his jeans before pulling on his shoes.
“What are you doing?”
“You wanna do something fun? Let’s go up to the rooftop?” He grabs my clothes and throws them at me. “Come on. Get dressed.”
I stare at him hard, tears burning at the back of my eyes. “It’s almost 2 a.m., Hudson. I’m tired.”
