Chapter 34 Blakely
Blakely
My room is silent—except for the faint hum of the fan in the corner.
The house is almost as silent, making it feel eerie.
Sunshine filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bed.
Liam never came to bed last night. I was up all night, tossing and turning, until I got out of bed to see where he was.
I found him sound asleep on the couch. Sleeping like none of this is actually bothering him.
It made me even more upset that he’s the one who caused me to not get a good night's sleep, yet there he was, sleeping peacefully.
I was so exhausted after dropping Amari off at school that I came straight back to bed.
I shift under the covers, my mind still turning and my emotions all tangled. These past few weeks have made tension linger in my body, making it hard to relax. I just want a release and to escape everything for a moment.
I let my hand drift down my body, hesitating for a moment, realizing it’s been a while since I’ve pleasured myself. It’s been a while since I’ve had any kind of attention. There’s been a disconnect with Liam. I want to feel something other than the thoughts that keep running through my head.
My thoughts wander as my fingers gently trace over my skin. I close my eyes and let all the stress fade and drift into the sensation.
Slowly, everything fades, replaced by the gentle touch of my finger.
Memories flicker in the back of my mind.
Memories I haven’t had in such a long time.
I can almost feel him now. The way his soft lips would press against my skin, trailing gentle kisses up my body.
The warmth of his breath against my neck, causing a shiver to ripple down my spine.
My heart beats faster as I picture him above me.
The weight of his gaze.
His lust.
His love.
His lips hover close to mine, just a breath away, teasing, his tongue tracing the curve of my lips in a way that makes my center tighten with anticipation.
My breath deepens, each inhale pulling me further into the memory.
My skin is tingling with the memories of his touch and the way he’d make my body respond.
I feel myself sinking deeper into the moment.
The sensation blurring the lines between past and present.
My body awakens under my touch, the memories wrapping around me with the comfort of familiarity.
It’s as if he’s here with me, the heat of his body against mine, and for a moment, I allow myself to stay in this space.
To let go, to feel. His lips touch mine as my chest rises and falls.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
I finally let myself fall over the edge.