Chapter Jethro
Jethro
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THAT NIGHT I had no urge to see Jasmine.
No urge to fix myself or try to find my ice.
I had no desire to change or hide or do any manner of things I’d done all my life to exist within my household.
I was grateful.
Beyond thankful.
She cares for me.
I’d felt it.
I’d lived it.
She’d poured the truth down my throat and taken all the wrongness inside away.
I’d never been so happy than when I’d slid inside her. Never been so completely content holding her in my arms.
I lay in bed and smiled, just for the beauty of smiling.
I was at peace...for the first time.
The only time.
I was just...me.
Jasmine was right.
Nila had the power to cure me.
She held something that after today I doubted I could ever live without.
To be cared for so deeply.
To be wanted so fiercely.
Despite all my faults and downfalls, she welcomed me.
She gave me a sanctuary deep enough and pure enough to hide in.
My eyes burned with thanks. I wanted to shower her with gifts and promises. I relived the intoxicating joy of finding something so treasured.
You came inside her.
My heart skipped at the thought. It was stupid of me to be so reckless, but in that moment, I couldn’t care less.
It was perfect. I had to come inside her. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Being with Nila today had allowed me to demolish my walls—be strong enough to drop my guard and take her with nothing bared.
I gave her the truth.
The truth of who I was.
And in return, she gave me the strength to believe there might be a way after all.
I might not have to continue hiding.
I might finally be free.