Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I turn my attention from the posters to her bed, which is covered in light-yellow plush pillows and blankets. The sight of it, beckoning me over, almost makes me forget about the lines I just crossed.
Almost.
She slides into the bed first, her movements as graceful as a swan. Her eyes never leave mine as I strip off my shirt and toss it on a nearby chair.
“Jason.” She pats the empty spot beside her on the bed.
I walk over and sink onto the mattress, the soft fabric molding to my body as I remove the rest of the clothes I just put back on. Angie moves closer to me, tugging at me until I’m lying down next to her. She rests her head on my bare chest and snuggles into my side. I instinctively wrap my arm around her and pull her closer.
As I lie there next to her, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, I can’t help but feel solace in her presence—her soft sighs and the faint rhythm of her heartbeat against my chest.
I don’t know how long we lie there, entwined in each other’s arms, but I know I could stay like this forever.
“Jason?” Angie’s soft voice breaks through the silence. “Thank you.”
Thank you?
For what?
For complicating our lives? For crossing a line that should never have been crossed?
But then I look at her face and see the sincerity shining clear in her eyes.
This isn’t about propriety or the rules we’ve broken tonight. It’s about us—two people who found solace, comfort, and an unexpected connection.
“I don’t regret anything,” she continues, her voice a whisper against my skin.
I want to echo her sentiments, tell her that I too harbor no regrets.
But something gnaws at me.
A fear.
A fear that I now yearn for Angie’s touch over Lindsay’s.
I feel like I’ve cheated on Lindsay.
But Lindsay is gone.
Dead and buried.
Unable to be helped by the practice that is Angie’s passion.
Fuck it all.
I finally desire another woman.
But she’s a student.
A future psychiatrist, of all fucking things.
Angie doesn’t seem to be concerned that I don’t answer, so I just hold her for the next hour, allow her to drift off into a peaceful slumber.
Once I’m sure she’s in a deep sleep, I untangle myself from her beautiful body and dress quietly. Tillie sits next to the bed, staring at me.
“Shh,” I say to the pup.
She doesn’t bark. She’s probably glad enough to be rid of me.
I leave and return to my own place.
Where guilt and nightmares plague me.
Chapter Nineteen
Angie
I wake up with a smile on my face.
My body feels satiated and wonderful.
Jason…
I move toward the center of the bed…
Disappointment overwhelms me.
He’s gone.
And he’s been gone for a while. The bed and covers aren’t warm at all.
It’s Saturday. No classes. So the only reason he would have left without saying goodbye is if…
No. There could be other reasons. He has a life outside of med school. Maybe he’s going for a consultation with the doctor who’s going to try to repair the nerves in his hand.
Or maybe he has to grade papers. Work on his curriculum.
Speaking of which, I have a lot of studying to do myself.
I can’t waste the day away mourning the fact that Jason left me.
He wanted to talk about what happened last night, no doubt to tell me it was a mistake.
I asked him not to spoil it with words.
So he didn’t. He let me lead him into my room, and he slid into bed with me, held me.
Then he left.
He left without saying goodbye.
I have to hand it to him—he didn’t use words.
Saturday means no teaching for him as well, and now that I think of it, probably no appointments with his doctors either.
Which means he’s most likely at home.
I could get up, shower, dress, and go pound on his door.
It’s tempting. So tempting.
But though I have no regrets, I know he does. I’m a student, and he no doubt feels like he crossed a line.
I sigh.
If only I could stay in bed all day and relive the passion between us.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle.
No.
It was raw and feral and animalistic.
And it was perfect.
I’ve never had sex like that. First of all, it’s always been in a bedroom, and second of all, it’s never had that rawness, that realness to it.
I never even imagined it could be like that. Never imagined an orgasm could be so intense and long-lasting.
And I want more of it.
But Jason left.
I have to face the fact that this isn’t what he wants.
I can’t blame him. He shouldn’t be sleeping with a student. He and I both know that.
So I lie in bed. I’ll give myself half an hour to relive the passion. To feel it again as I slide my hand between my legs.
The orgasm hits me, spreads through the veins in my body, out my fingers and toes and then plummets back to my pussy.