by Dale, Lindy
“I was. I did. But I can’t do it. I need more. I need to feel you, to know you. I need the intimacy of seeing your face when you’re inside me, of knowing who’s doing what. It won’t work Joel, it just won’t.”
I scramble from the bed, and find my clothes on the floor. I slip into my knickers and shorts. I shove my bra in my pocket and put on my shirt. As I pull my hair back into a ponytail, I see Nicholas has woken. He’s sitting up in bed, his arms slung around his knees like on the day we met. He knows something’s up and his eyes are begging me to share whatever it is.
“Don’t go, Sadie. Stay. I want you to stay. I need you to stay.”
“I can’t Nicholas.”
“Why?”
“Because if I stay, we’re going to get hurt. All of us.” And I turn and walk out the door.
TO BE CONTINUED
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