"It's you and me. Together," he says. "Us against the world."
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All my life, I've never trusted men. The image of them planted in my head is the figure of my abusive stepfather who has made my mother and I live in hell.
But then, an encounter w...
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My heart is racing inside my chest. I think that I just awakened a part of Jake that has been buried for years.
What happened during that night two years ago has left an imprint on him, has scarred him more than I could have ever imagined.
All this time, he has been thinking about how much it hurt me, and I can see how painful it is to him.
His eyes are still searching mine, trying to figure out whether I'm okay with what he said or not, asking for my consent.
I brush my fingers across his cheek and place a soft kiss on his lips. "There's nothing I'd rather do than be with you, Jake."
His eyes soften, and he suddenly lifts me in his arms, making me yelp as he carries me bridal style toward his room.
He lays me down on his bed, and I stare at him towering me. There's so much intensity in his eyes before he leans down to kiss me, and our lips meet again in a slow and passionate kiss.
When he pulls away, I swallow. I can't help but feel nervous. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and pecks my lips.
"Don't worry, Lais. I'm not going to repeat the same mistake. I'll make sure that there's only pleasure you're getting." His voice is soft but still sounds dangerous with how much passion and desire in it. It's crazy.
Slowly, he takes off the t-shirt that I'm wearing, exposing me in only my underwear. My bra and my panties.
And my worry keeps bothering me. Come on. He was drunk when he took my virginity two years ago, barely realizing what he was doing, but right now, he's fully aware of my existence.
And I can't help but feel weak from his intense gaze as he eyes my body like I'm some kind of a magical creature.
But then, a frown touches his lips as he looks closely at my upper left arm.
When I glance at it, I notice the bruise from Tuck's grip a few days ago. It's fading but not completely gone. He reaches out to touch it, and when his fingers graze it, I wince in slight pain.
"Lais--"
"It's nothing," I cut off. Concern crosses his expression, and I quickly add, "I can explain it later, Jake. But--" I pause, tears threatening to fill my eyes.
I don't want Tuck to ruin this moment.
"For now, just hold me," I whisper brokenly. Little do I know that it actually makes him worried even more.
Nevertheless, he kisses me again, and I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. His lips then move onto my chin and neck, and I can feel his tongue trailing on my skin as he moves further down to the area between my breasts, sending shivers down my spine.
