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CHAPTERFOUR
Melanie
When John toldme he was never going to let me go, I didn't realize he meant in the literal sense of the word.
I haven't been home since he took my virginity in the most amazing way. I haven't written a word. My work has come to a complete standstill because John keeps me in his bed all day.
Okay, so maybe it's not always in his bed. He's thrown me over his couch, had me in his lap in his office chair, taken me on his desk, on the kitchen table, the countertop. It's like he's trying to fuck me on every surface of his house.
He dresses me in his shirts and feeds me like I'm a pampered pet. I haven't worn panties since we destroyed the lacy white pair I came over here in, and my hair is always in a state of just-fuckedness.
John can't seem to keep his hands off of me or his cock out of me.
And it's kind of scary how okay with that I am.
John hasn't gone back to work either. I don't know anything about the state of his finances, but that can't be good for business to miss so many days of work.
It's not that I'm not loving every moment spent with him, but I'm starting to worry that this isn't normal.
This can't be normal, right?
Is it healthy for us to completely lose ourselves in one another this way? We're not working. We're losing our sense of identity getting so wrapped up in each other.
Isn't that the definition of addiction? A toxic relationship?
My heart balks at the thought, but my head tells me that we can't go on this way.
I still want to see John, but I think I need to go home for a while. Maybe we should try dating like "normal" people. Maybe we went about this all wrong, hopping into bed together the first day we met.
Maybe we're too obsessed with each other.
John wraps his arms around me from behind, and I immediately melt back against him.
I love this. I love it when he holds me like this. I feel so safe with his chest against my back, and I love the way his body swallows me whole.
"Don't," I hear his grim voice in my ear. "I can feel what you're thinking."
I can't hide from him without lying, and I don't want to lie.
I sigh. "I'm not sure I can do this anymore, John."
He doesn't say anything, but his entire body tenses up.
"Do what?" he finally asks from between gritted teeth.
"This. This thing between us."
His arms tighten around me as if he's starting to panic.
"It's not that I don't want to be with you," I try to explain, "but we've been living in a bubble for over a week now. What if we don't like real life together?"
I wiggle and turn in his arms so I can see his face. His mouth is set into a grim line, and his eyes are blazing fire.
"I told you I'm never letting you go," he warns me.
Now it's my turn to tense. "Are you saying you're going to lock me up and keep me a prisoner here forever?"
John doesn't answer. He just stares down at me with a stubborn set to his jaw.
