Broken Juliet(65)

“He asked me to open the door.”




I wake up to tingling, down low and insistent. Then I register lips on my neck, hands on my breasts, hardness pressing into my butt, and I realize …

Ethan met me at the airport.

Ethan asked if we could try again.

Ethan told me he loved me.

Ethan told me he would stay the night, so he could make love to me in the morning.

Well, it’s morning and … he didn’t leave. Didn’t get scared. And he seems intent on making good on his promise.

I’m encouraged, especially by the way he’s holding me. It’s like he’s been wrapped around me all night and has been holding himself back from touching me like this.

He continues to kiss and suck. I reach behind me and wind my fingers through his hair. When he gently bites my shoulder, I make a mental note to always be woken up this way.

He makes a low, desperate sound as he continues to grind against me, and I want him so much, it’s getting uncomfortable.

“Good morning,” I say, my voice hoarse.

“Hmmm.” His lips vibrate against me as he trails one hand down my stomach, then lower to press against where the tingling is the strongest. I arch into him, and with a minimum of repositioning, he slowly pushes into me.

I hold my breath. The sensation is too much. Then let out a long moan as he exhales against my shoulder.

When we’re fully joined, he says, “Now it’s a good morning.”

He then proceeds to completely redefine how good a morning can be.

Twice.




Dr. Kate writes in her notebook and asks, “So, you took him back?”

“Yes.”

She studies the way I cross and recross my legs. “Was that a hard decision?”

I uncross again and sit with my hands on my knees. “Yes and no. I’d missed him so much, it was a relief to finally let myself have him.”

“But…?”

“But…” This is hard. I’ve spent so long hiding from these feelings, it feels way too raw to talk about them.

“Do you need a moment?”

“No, I’m okay.” I take deep breath. “From the get-go, I was cautious. I was looking for the old him, but at first, he was nowhere to be found.”




Thursday night. Friday. Friday night. Saturday.

He doesn’t go home.

Apart from one trip to buy food, he doesn’t get dressed. Barely leaves my side.

He cooks for me. Naked. His skill in the kitchen is almost as mind-blowing as his skill in the bedroom, and that’s saying something.

On Saturday night, he takes me to a movie. Buys my ticket and everything. Holds my hand and acts like a real boyfriend.

It’s kind of strange, but nice. I don’t let myself enjoy it too much, in case it’s just a passing fad. I mean, we’ve been here before and look how that turned out.

I really hope this time is different.

As soon as the lights go down, he leans over and kisses me. Within ten minutes, my hand is on his crotch, and his mouth is on my neck, and we leave just as things start exploding onscreen.




I resist fanning my face.

“It sounds like your prolonged emotional distance led to your reunion being quite … intense.”

“You could say that.” We couldn’t get enough of each other. It was thrilling.

“And then?”

“And then…” I look down at my hands. “We had to stop being alone and start being around other people.”

“And that was a problem?”

“It was the start of our problems, yes.”




On Sunday night, we know our little cocoon can’t last much longer. We have to shower soon and get get ready to pick up Ruby from the airport. She doesn’t know we’re back together. I can only imagine how thrilled she’s going to be. Also, classes start back tomorrow, so Ethan has to sleep in his own bed tonight.

All the bits of reality we’ve been ignoring are starting to press their pointy edges into our delicate bubble.

I’m tense. It’s quite an accomplishment given the number of orgasms I’ve experienced this weekend.

I press myself against him and, I listen to his heartbeat.

“What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“What do you mean?”

“At school.”

His heart rate stays reasonably steady. I’m surprised. I trace a pattern on his chest. He hovers his hand over mine, fingertips brushing my knuckles.

“Well, call me crazy, but I thought we might go to class. You know … learn stuff. Get good at acting. Perhaps even graduate.”

“You know what I mean.”

He rolls me under him and frames my face with his hands. He’s heavy, but I like the weight. It’s somehow reassuring. Like he’s all here and not half somewhere else.

“Well, if you’re asking if I think we should hide that we’re together, then no. I want every guy at that school to know. Maybe then they’ll stop sniffing around like a bunch of horny mongrels.”

“No one sniffs around me,” I say as I stroke his back.

He snorts. “Sure they don’t.”

“Who?”

He kisses my cheek. My jaw. My neck. “Everyone. Every prick-wielding cock jockey at that school wants a piece of you. Lucas, Avery, Boring Nick, that weird kid that looks like Matt Damon. They’re always making comments they think I don’t hear. And don’t even get me started on f*cking Connor—”