Blake’s Pov
I kept staring at the man in the mirror in this fucking dreadful bathroom.
My lip busted, eight stitches on the right side of my eye bulk and a blue-black eye and my eyeball as red as the fucking devil’s eyes.
I grab firmly onto the sink to keep my weight steady. I can’t fucking have one more nurse helping me walk across the fucking room to the bathroom unless it’s Em.
I shook my head, looking in the mirror.
“Let her go, you fucking idiot. She ran out of the room while you almost died!” I said out loud to myself.
“I didn’t mean to. I was scared.” the most adorable and the sexiest voice said behind me.
I turn around to face her, but the sight is not as beautiful as I hoped for. Her face is pale and her eyes red. I guess she cried a lot.
“I’m sorry,” she said again.
“No, no, don’t be. I didn’t want you to see me like that, and I would’ve run as well.” I attempted to make a stupid joke, but it sounded dumb as fuck. But at least she had a small smile on her lips.
“You gave me such a big fright,” she said in a low yet scared tone.
“I know.” I lowered my head.
“No, I don’t think you do. The last time I felt so scared was when my stepfather was beating my mother and she lay in her own blood and he refused me to call an ambulance.”
“I had to wash her blood off from her face and stick glue to her open wounds so that she doesn’t get an infection.” She folds her arms, tears streaming out of her pale beautiful eyes, and there is no stopping the pain she feels right now.
“I didn’t know,” I replied.
“Of course, you didn’t. You don’t know anything, Blake. You left me in a hotel room after you promised me that you would never leave. You left me like my mother did, giving me the bullshit excuse that you’re doing it to protect me. Protect me from what?” she started yelling, her lip trembling as she tries to hold back her emotions.
Her emotions of pain and betrayal were all over again. I broke her.
I fucking broke this beautiful woman in front of me and I can’t pick up the pieces that are all scattered on the floor.
“Protect you from me.” I turned around to face the mirror again. Her reflection is showing in the mirror and it’s not a fucking nice picture.
“Protect me from you? What are you on about? I never asked you for any protection. I asked you to fucking train me, and I fell in love with you, then you turn around and walk out on me. You’re a coward and a and a...” she can’t seem to find words as she yells at me. I twisted around and walked up to her, but she stepped back into the wall, her hands raised for me to back down. But I just want to hold her. Tell her that I’m sorry.
I can see an entire battle waging behind her soft eyes while she scans my face.
“You left me,” she said again, this time with a much calmer voice.
“I know, I wish I didn’t.” I picked up her chin and meant every word. These past few weeks without her were hell.
I would rather take these physical unbearable fucking cuts and bruises than this achy pain of letting her go.
She looked me straight in the eye the moment I lift her chin, my knuckles still full of blood and bruises. I kept her chin up while scanning her face for any emotion.
“Kiss me.” I bluntly said, while pulling her closer to me. Her face blushes like a teenage girl, and it’s making her look adorable.
We are perfectly imperfect for each other. Both had a fucked childhood and both trying to keep our heads above water.
I picked her up from the floor, my mouth not leaving her neck for a second. I keep reminding myself that this is wrong; she is pure and will never be safe with me, but being me, I never want to lose her.
I don’t want to dream about her and imagine her with anyone else. I don’t want her to love anyone except me. Every morning I want to wake up next to her.
“Stop, Em,” I manage to say through all my lust and my love for her.
“We can’t.”
“Why not?.” she says, her breathing still heavy, her chest jumping up and down.
“I do want you to feel like I’m just doing it.” Smiles at me.
“I trust you” fuck I can’t resist her. I removed her panties, pushing her with one hand up the wall, and she moaned again. This time I can feel she is wet. I want her, and before I could stop, I glide into her. A loud sound escapes her mouth.
“Keep it quiet, baby," I said to her and her eyes flicker. We both went into a trance-like we had just taken a drug, and we can’t escape the feeling. I buried my head into her neck and I keep sliding in and out. Fuck, she is feeling so good. I never want to lose this feeling. She is perfect, her body is so god-damn beautiful. She moans every time I’m pumping in and out of her.
I can feel she is close. I don’t think I will make it, I can’t help it. The way her body ignites with me and the way we move together.
“Blake, shit,” and by the words, I finished and her body stiffens.
She is still in a trance, and her body is shining with all the sweat.
“Are you Ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She opens her eyes and kissed me.
“I’m okay, and you? Are you hurt?” she asked, concerned. My entire body is shaking with the fucking morphine they injected me and god knows what else, everything hurts like shit.
“No, I’m perfect.” I lie. Well, not entirely. I do feel good. I love her so much.