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XXVIII

F A L L O N

"Don't you know I'm no good for you? I've learned to lose you, can't afford to."

. . .

After what happened in the bathroom, Nicholas exited and left me breathless. It was hard to comprehend what took place.

And how I enjoyed it more than I should've.

I'm now lying in bed, still hot and bothered. And imagining what it'd feel like to have Nicholas inside of me again.

It's a craving that hasn't left me.

Rolling over in bed, I unlock the bottom drawer in my nightstand and view the drawing Nicholas handed me.

My eyes meet my own on the paper, and it's weird to see me like that. But when Nicholas handed it over to me right before he fucked me, it was such an erotic sight.

Knowing that Nicholas saw me like that and even drew me in that state.

It makes my lower stomach warm and my pussy tingle.

I didn't find it in me to frown over my hip dips or lack of curves. I felt good. Satisfied and so incredibly turned on.

I shut the drawer again and roll onto my back, exhaling. Even though it feels good to be with Nicholas, there's always a feeling of guilt eating away at me. Always.

You're a bad person. Accept it, move on and let Nicholas fuck you.

When I look at the clock, I see it's only around eight in the evening, and my stomach rumbles.

Heaving a sigh, I get out of bed and put on some shorts that end right below my ass and a shirt, before going downstairs.

I heard mom and dad leave to have dinner a few minutes earlier, and I know that Stella is working.

I haven't seen Nicholas since what happened between us, and I guess he's working in the library.

Opening the fridge, I let my eyes scan the contents but don't find anything worthy to have as dinner.

"Want to order some food?"

Turning around, I catch my breath when I see Nicholas entering the kitchen, looking down at his phone.

"Sounds good."

"What do you want?"

My automatic reply is pizza, but then I realize that I always order pizza and it's getting tiring.

"Hmm, I want a burger."

He orders our food and then takes a seat at the counter, his eyes still focused on his phone.

Taking my phone out as well, I see I've received another message from Reed, asking me when we can see each other again.

I text him back, saying that we could meet up one of these days. I want to tell him that things won't work out between us since I don't want to mislead him.

I don't know how much time passes of me being on my phone, but I put it down after some time.

I feel awkward standing there, not doing anything while Nicholas is busy. Pressing my lips together, I run my fingertips over the counter, not knowing what to do.

"So... what are you doing?" I ask, wanting to make conversation. "I don't want to seem nosy," I add when he looks up.

"I was checking the updates on my house, it's almost done getting remodeled."