“You were a child and loved your mother.”
“Do you think love gives you the right to compromise?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“Sometimes, yes.”
She grips me tighter as she talks about her childhood and the memories she repressed for so long. Most of them are happy memories about her older brother and her father and even her Uncle Reg and Uncle Agnus.
Talking is her way of distraction.
I force myself to focus on her words instead of how much I want to spread her legs and fuck her once more. The only reason I stop myself is because we need the energy we have left.
Survival is such a fucking bitch.
“I’m glad I met you back then,” she says after a while. “You were my light in the darkness.”
My chest expands with a mixture of strange feelings. I never thought there would be a day Elsa would call me her light, even in past tense.
I was always the shadow to her darkest desires and I thought I was fine with that. Turns out, I’m a selfish bastard who wants it all. Both her light and her darkness.
Her best and her worst.
Her everything.
“And now?” I ask.
“Now you’re just you.” She sighs.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning you drive me fucking crazy, but I love every second of it.”
I grin. “You love every second of it, huh?”
“Yes, dickhead.” She shoves me, but then digs her fingers into my pullover and draws me closer to rest her cheek on my arm. Her skin is warm.
“I meant it the other day, loving me is a one way road. You can’t go back.”
“Oh, I know…I won’t...” Her voice is quiet.
She falls back asl
eep. We remain like that for half an hour until she starts mumbling something in her dreams.
“Elsa?” I cradle her cheeks and pause at the burn in them.
I thought the flush and the heat were only because of how thoroughly I fucked her.
Is she having a fever?
“Elsa, open your eyes.”
“I love you, Aiden. I really, really do.” She tightens her small hands in my pullover one more time before they fall on her side.
Fuck! Fuck!
I take her hand in mine; they’re feverish, too.