Chapter 30 Demi
Demi
“Hey, that’s my line,” Raegan says from the doorway.
“Woah, woah, woah. I fall asleep for a little bit and you two decide to join forces against me? Cool. Love that for me.”
I snag the tampon–a little too aggressively–from Hayes and watch Raegan make her way further into his disturbingly large bathroom.
“Can I get a little privacy, please?” Do I really care? No. But I’m feeling feisty as fuck right now and well… they make it too easy.
“You do realize I had my dick in your mouth this evening and she had her fingers all the way in your pretty pussy. I’d say we’re well past modesty, don’t you think?”
Fuck. He’s right. What we did tonight exceeded all expectations. I went in knowing what I wanted with Hayes, but ended up getting Raegan out of it, as well. Win, fucking win. And now, they’re both here… in the same space. And they don’t even look like they’re going to rip each other’s throats out.
“You know we’re just trying to help you, Demetria,” Raegan says softly, extending her arm and opening her palm to reveal two small orange pills. “Take these. They’ll help with your cramps. I’m assuming you still take four-hundred milligrams of ibuprofen?”
The fact that she still knows this shouldn’t make my heart skip a literal beat, but it fucking does. But, I need it to stop if I’m going to make it out unscathed. The more my heart gets pulled into either of their orbits, the harder it’ll be to leave.
I roll my eyes. “I think I liked you both better when you hated each other.”
“Oh, we still hate each other,” Raegan says quickly and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hayes’ head turn so fast.
“The way you just came all over my cock says otherwise,” he scoffs.
My eyes volley between them, watching their expressions carefully for the moment where I can–, “There it is,” I yell, snapping my fingers and then pointing a singular, stern finger at them both.
“That right there. You can both use your past trauma all you want, but the look you just gave each other, was adoration. Not hate. It’s easy to miss if you’re not paying attention, but I know you both well enough.
You can’t hide it from me. You still love each other. ”
Their eyes are laser-focused on me, but they’re clearly too stunned to speak. That or they know I’m fucking right. Apparently, I do my best work while bleeding on a toilet after an intense three-way edging in a kink club. That’s so fucking specific Demi. Don’t make this weird.
“I realize we have no boundaries anymore, but I would like to request to insert my tampon and wipe in peace… please.” My lips pull into a cheesy grin as I wait patiently for them to process my request. Then they turn and leave the room.
Hayes’ ceiling has four-hundred-twenty-three grains of wood.
At least that's what I think they’re called.
Pores? Stretch marks? How the fuck am I supposed to know?
It’s not like I’m a woodologist or anything.
I have a feeling that’s not right either.
Who the fuck has wood ceilings anyway? His entire place is wood themed, from the floors to the ceilings to the counters.
It’s honestly not the aesthetic I would have guessed his bougie ass would be into, yet here we are.
More like here I am… sandwiched between Raegan and Hayes, while they snooze. Apparently, I got the rest I needed, because sleep refuses to find me now. I offered to go home, but they both went hard on their stance of ‘you need more rest and we’re going to take care of you’.
I’d roll my eyes at them if I could. But I can’t because they’re sleeping and it wouldn’t have the same effect.
I puff out my cheeks and release a heavy huff of air.
All joking aside, I’m happy they seem to have finally made some progress, though.
She still carries a pained expression, but now… it looks less like anger and resembles something more along the lines of anguish. And if Raegan legitimately still hated him, she wouldn’t have fucked him. I know her at least well enough to know that.
I don’t know how they got past even a little bit of their issues, but I have a feeling Hayes hasn’t told her about his past and why he ran. If he had, we’d still be talking about it. Raegan’s inner therapist is incapable of letting parental trauma go.
Another thing I know from experience after all she did to help me with mine.
She helped me heal from my trauma and now I have to let her help Hayes heal from his. It’s more confirmation that I need to go home. Leave them to work their shit out so they can tear up those fucking divorce papers and get the happy ever after they’ve waited twenty years for.
I turn my head, back and forth, taking in both of their sleeping, peaceful forms. How the fuck did I get here?
I was so angry with her for breaking my heart, but now…
I just want her to hold me and keep me forever.
And him… he was just a one-night-stand turned best fucking friend and I’d give anything to hear him call me ‘little pixie’ or ‘babygirl’ for the rest of my life.
I’m in love with two beautiful people and I have to let them both go. I’m a walking, talking tragedy.
I know what I have to do, but I won’t leave either of them like this in the middle of the night. Instead, I’ll lay here and not sleep… and pretend for just a few more hours that I have everything I want right here in this bed.