Chapter 29 Hayes
Hayes
She’s so goddamn beautiful, it’s painful.
Gently, I place a kiss on her forehead and move a loose strand of her soft waves behind her ear, trying like hell not to wake her.
She dozed off with me still inside of her and I couldn’t bring myself to move her.
It’s wrong of me, but we got swept up in the heat of the moment and now, I just want to hold her.
To remember how perfect she felt in my arms…
before she wakes up and comes to her senses.
Then there’s the matter of the bratty twenty-eight year old in my bed. I’d actually like for her to come to her senses. I didn’t want her to go before, but after tonight, I want her to go even less.
Raegan shifts on top of me, then lifts her head to look at me with the most gorgeous, sleepy eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Hey,” I say in a hushed tone, like if I’m too loud, I’ll frighten her away.
“Hi,” she replies and her lips turn into a sly smile. “Are you still inside me?”
“Duh. It was the only way to keep all of my cum inside you, where it belongs.” I grin. “Not to mention you’ve been keeping my cock nice and warm. It felt too fucking good.”
Her head falls back and she laughs. A real, genuine laugh. I’d like to bottle that sound so I can hear it whenever I want. I’m pretty sure it just healed something inside of me.
My eyes are glued to her, watching the pure joy written all over her face… over something I said. The last time I saw her like this was that night. We only had one month as husband and wife, but it was the single best month of my life. How could I have been so stupid to leave it all behind?
Once she’s finished laughing, her gaze finds mine and I see the pain lingering behind her eyes, once again. “We should check on Demetria,” she murmurs.
“Yeah. We should.” I grab her hips and lift her off of me, placing her back on the couch next to me. “Wait here. I’ll get something to clean up.”
I don’t waste time grabbing a washcloth and ignoring her protests as I clean her myself. I made the mess, it’s only right that I clean it.
Once she’s no longer dripping my cum onto my expensive, leather couch.
“You tore my underwear,” she says while fixing her clothes.
I shrug. “I did. They were in my way. I’ll buy you more if you want.”
Her cheeks heat, but she doesn’t say anything else about it.
Once we’re both fully clothed, we head back to my room to find Demi not in the bed.
“Demi,” I call. She couldn’t have gone far.
“I’m in here.” Her voice is muffled. I open the bathroom door to find her hunched over and sitting on the toilet with her face buried in her hands. What the fuck?
“What’s wrong?” I ask, leaning down to grab the supplies I bought from under the sink. “I had some supplies delivered. What do you prefer? Pads or Tampons?”
“It’s just really bad cramps,” she groans. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
I pause and tilt my head in her direction. “Would you shut the fuck up and let me help you?”
Her brows knit as she processes my words. Sighing, she relents. “Fine. Tampon, please.”
I pull one from the box and hand it to her. “You know what FINE stands for, don’t you?”
“Hey, that’s my line.”