Chapter Ninety
SUNNY
I push him back and slap him across the face, but something primal switches in him. Within seconds, our bodies are molded to one another again. It’s hard to know who even initiated it, but all I know is there’s something in our DNA that refuses to let us stop this cycle.
That kindles the fire within my soul and lights up his darkness. That’s all we’ve been. He is the darkness, me the fire, and our only existence is to enhance one another.
He lets out a groan as he curls an arm around my waist, hoisting me onto him and lifting me off the ground. My legs wrap around him, and I press into the hardness filling his pants.
With a shudder, he slams my back against the wall and places me on the shelf of the closet. One moment my shirt is on and the next it’s off.
“Tyler–” I breathe.
“Don’t speak, just do.” He peels his shirt off, exposing the artwork of scars across his body.
Everything is fervent and rushed. From the way he rips my pants off to the way my fumbling hands pull his sweats down. Then all at once, we’re both completely naked in this closet, somehow. We both know we shouldn’t, yet we don’t stop.
I almost second guess this decision, but he doesn’t give me much time to decide because he wraps his arm around my waist again, lifting me onto him as he slides inside me.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck as he enters me. Admiring the scent that I can only get so close, savoring it one last time.
“Tyler…I don’t know–”
He grabs my face, “Yes, you do, Sunny. Your body knows mine.”
Frustration has me digging my nails into his back, and biting his lip so hard it bruises.
He gives my thigh a slap while his other arm tightens around me. “Open up for me, baby.”
Leaning my head back against the wall behind me, he kisses the column on my neck and tongues the scar there, the one we will share forever.
Nothing about this is gentle. Each of his thrusts grows wilder and deeper, making items fall from the shelf above us. As much as I know I should stop this, I fear we are already too late.
So, I divulge.
“Tyler…Tyler, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I say, already feeling myself crescendo to the edge with a series of moans and claw marks across his back.
“Fuck, baby, I’d never dream of it.”
Something about my words drives him unhinged.
With my back against the wall and him leaning into me, there is nowhere to go and nothing to do, but take everything he’s giving me.
His arm tightens around me, the other slapping against the wall to steady himself.
Nips, bites, bruised lips, and claw marks.
There is no beginning or end. We’re one as we become a tangle of fire and darkness.
Sweat sheens across both our skin, giving me all the best angles of his perfectly carved muscles that work in congruence to please me. He removes a hand from the wall and grabs my thigh, unlocking my legs so I’m open for him.
Through the chaos, his hand grips the back of my neck, pressing our foreheads together.
This is sweaty, possessive, angry, but fuck, it’s so good.
I can feel the orgasm kindling. A fucking inferno ready to be raged inside me. My moans turn to screams as the fire engulfs inside my body. Roaring from my core and coursing through my veins, seizing me entirely.
Together, his groans and my moans become one in the air around us. He doesn’t stop as he continues wildly in me, prolonging the already consuming pleasure that devastatingly holds me captive.
“There it is. Don’t stop, Sunny. Keep going. Fucking ignite,” he demands. His hand slams against the wall behind my head as some primal sound erupts from him.
I can’t tell if this is one grand prolonged orgasm or a series of multiple ones. All I know is I’m consumed.
“Fuck, Sunny, fuck!” he yells. Both hands slam against the wall on either side of my head. His body tenses and seizes as his dick pulses inside me, filling me up and making me whole all at once.
We’re both panting heavily as we come down from the flames. Our foreheads press together and our eyes meet when we realize what we’ve done.
He hooks my hair behind my ear and out of my face while his eyes search my face for an answer to the question that lingers between us.
What does this mean?
He cradles my face and brings his lips to mine. This kiss is gentle unlike the chaos that just unfolded between us. Unlike the raging inferno we created, this is a small flame, creating an aura of peace rather than a fire ready to consume the world.
He thumbs the lips he just ever so gently kissed, savoring this moment. Because just as quickly and frantically as it came, it’ll leave, too.
Because we absolutely cannot do it again.
TYLER
I watch as the steam from the shower trails from the bathroom, wondering how I somehow convinced her to stay. To shower and sleep off our argument and discuss everything tomorrow with clear minds.
She didn’t seem sure, but at least she hasn’t left.
Yet.
Just as I think everything is okay, that we somehow made up through closet sex and words that have been waiting to be said, I hear small sobs come from her in the bathroom.
My own heart fucking cracks in my chest, bearing itself to the world if it means it’ll take her pain.
I did this to her. I am the reason behind those tears. It doesn’t matter how much I tried to explain my reasoning to her. She still sees it as a betrayal. And I don’t fucking blame her.
Bringing my face to my hands, I sit on the edge of our bed. I hurt her when I told myself I’d do anything to protect her. But I couldn’t protect her from me.
I glance over at the pile of clothes and belongings of hers that sits in the corner of our room. She was going to stay. Or at least consider it. But then she saw my best kept secret. Her whole life reduced down to paper and computer screens.
I won’t apologize for doing what I’m doing. I sure as hell will spend the rest of my time trying to make it up to her. She has a few days left. A few days for me to rally up my lawyers and do this the way she wants to do it.
The shower shuts off and my heart pummels in my chest. We didn’t say anything after our moment in the closet. It was fast, it was heated, it was what I thought was making up. But something tells me it might’ve been something different to her.
After a few grueling minutes, she steps out of the bathroom wearing baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. She towels her wet, wild hair.
We stare at one another for a beat, both still not knowing what to do next. We’ve never really fought. Not like this, at least.
It somehow feels like the end, even though we both desperately don’t want it to be.
I stand and step into her, cradling her face and brushing her wet hair back. “Can we just take the night to let our emotions calm down and talk about everything tomorrow with clear minds?”
Her gaze is elsewhere, but then her eyes flick up to me and she nods.
“Okay.” I feel my chest decompress just a little bit.
It’s a step. A baby one, but a step, nonetheless.
If there’s anything I learned about Sunny over these last few months is I need to give her room for that and take what she gives me.
Then give it back to her double. Patience has become my new best friend as I’ve navigated these last few months with her.
I nod and kiss her forehead. “Just sleep, baby. Just sleep here.” I grab her hand to lead her to our bed. Because it’s our bed. There is no place for anyone else but her in it.
She doesn’t say anything as she crawls under the covers and snuggles herself up to me. I curl my arm around her and hold on for dear fucking life because I am not ready to let my girl go.
I never have been, I never will be.
I wake up in full panic, sweat coating my body, my heart beating wildly in my chest, that tug in my soul yanking me awake.
I haven’t had a nightmare in a while, but after the night we had, it doesn’t surprise me. It regurgitated a lot from both of us.
My eyes open and my hand searches the bed for Sunny. Feeling the emptiness where she normally lays, my eyes open wide as I try to adjust to the darkness in the room and rid the sleep from my mind.
“Sunny?” I ask into what I realize is an empty room. A room where I only exist right now.
“No,” I choke as I fumble from the bed.
She’s gone.
Her pile of belongings are gone from the corner of our room. I run to the closet to see all her clothes that once hung there are also gone, and all that remains are empty hangers. I look in the bathroom to see her toothbrush no longer sits next to mine.
My chest heaves up and down as I bring a hand to my mouth to try and stop the sounds that want to escape it.
I thought she was going to stay. I thought we were going to work this out. I thought that maybe, just maybe she could see why I did what I did. I thought things were going right instead of so wrong.
What once was a full heart becomes a void. Frantically it beats in my chest as it loses a part of itself, leaving a hollow, jagged mess. The lack of her so ever present, and that string now screaming as she slips from me.
That soul bridge now seems so long, her too far, that no matter how loud I yell, no matter how much my heart calls her name, she will never hear, and she will never come back.
I turn back into my bedroom and pick up my phone off the nightstand. I have one single text from her.
I took the night to think, and I know what I need to do.