“Two more days.”
Wait. I looked up. “What?”
“Huh?”
I was breathless, sweating, and panting, and almost bursting because I was about to climax and Aiden’s poised above me, his dick inside of me and his forehead scrunched up as I wasn’t going to be alone in coming soon. But then he said those words, and they were muttered, and a chill went down my spine because I knew, I just knew, those weren’t meant for me to hear.
He froze, while I was still throbbing, and dammit, I wanted him to finish, but what the hell?
“What did you just say?”
He groaned, grinding in and against me, holding himself up with his arms on the bed beside me. “What?”
Oh, no. No way, buddy.
I shook my head. “You said, ‘Two more days.’ What’s in two more days?”
He froze even more.
That shiver down my back doubled because this wasn’t good. This was so not good.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You did.”
“Baby. It’s nothing.”
Normally that name would make me melt. Not this time. “It’s not nothing.”
And we’re fighting. We’re fighting while we’re fucking, and I was about to come. What. The. Hell. But I couldn’t let it go. Aiden was always so controlled and tight. He’s a great boyfriend, but that’s my only complaint. We started dating early in our freshman year—actually it was the end of our eighth grade, during the summer. Aiden grew up to be the typical popular guy. Great in sports, captain of cross-country and track, and basketball. He was nice to everyone. Hella hot with a dimple in his chin, hazel eyes, tawny-blond hair that had a slight flip over his forehead. It was adorable. He lifted weights and kept a six-pack. He wasn’t the most ripped guy in our grade, but he was close to it.
And again, had I mentioned he was nice?
Nice to everyone. The guy that some might’ve considered boring, but I didn’t. I had an appreciation for a guy that was reliable and had his shit together. Aiden Garner had his shit together. He was graduating valedictorian, headed to Columbia, and he had plans. He hadn’t shared with me, but I had a feeling he wanted to go into politics, following in his father’s footsteps who was the town’s mayor. I also had a feeling Aiden wanted more. He wanted to head to Washington, and I was down for the ride.
I loved Aiden. I had since the first day he roller-bladed up to me at the park, took my hand, and we skated off together. It’d been the highlight of my eighth grade.
We’d been together ever since.
He was staring at me now, horrified, and I felt him pulling away before he even moved.
I tried clenching down on him, not letting him go, but then he was sliding out of me, his head down, his eyes not looking at me. “I’m so sorry to do this. So sorry.”
“Hey.”
He wouldn’t look at me, and he was all the way out and climbing off the bed, standing.
The condom was pulled off as he went in the bathroom. He came back and he still wouldn’t look at me.
“Aiden.”
I sat up, but my chest was heaving.
I was used to getting attention. I did some modeling, so girls already didn’t like me because of that. I was tall, long legs, had dusty-blonde hair, high-set cheekbones, and smoky grey eyes that photographed well. So, yeah. Attention. I was used to it, but while I endured the gossip and the whispers about me, I wouldn’t about my sex life.
We’d had an active sex life, for maybe longer than we should’ve been, but I loved him. Always had. He was the one for me and why not? I also just liked sex. I never let anything or anyone shame me because fuck them for doing that. This was private and no one’s business, and if you wanted it to be yours, get a fucking life. Literally. That was my viewpoint on sex, and always had been, always would be. Because of that, I was hella frustrated because whatever was going on, I still wanted to climax!
He pulled on his boxers, then bent, the rest of his clothes were bunched in his hands.
He turned, his shoulders tensed, and he started for the door.
“HEY!” I bolted upright. “What the hell?!”
He froze, his head up, his shoulders back, so rigid, and then, slowly, he turned to me.
A cold feeling went through me, slicing right to my gut.
His whole face was twisted, his eyes anguished. “I can’t do this anymore, Ty.”
“Do what?” I tried to reach up, but I couldn’t. We went with slight-kink for this round and tied my wrists up against the headboard. There was some slack in the rope, but not enough. I was fully exposed. Normally I didn’t give a shit because I was fine with all that, but with him being how he was, yeah… feeling a bit self-conscious here.
And panicky and I didn’t know how to comprehend being panicky.
I didn’t panic. I just either handled the shit or I didn’t. There was no in-between for me, but this, him now, what was happening? I was starting to hyperventilate.
He shook his head, taking an abrupt step back, and I paused, still on the bed.
He swallowed, and it looked painful. Then, everything settled. His face cleared. His shoulders fell back down, and the resignation was palpable, but also the relief. I felt slapped by it, with a sense of impending doom right on its tail because I heard him say, “I’m in love with Sadie.” His eyes were getting shiny, and his voice got choked up. “I was going to tell you in two days, but … I can’t be with you anymore.”
I—what?!
