Chapter 12: The Last Night

She kissed me back hard.

Her hands slid under my shirt and pushed it up my chest, and I leaned back long enough to let her pull it over my head.

She looked at me in the lamplight.

"I forgot," she said. "I forgot how much of you there is."

"You were gone eight months."

"I was an idiot for eight months."

She stood, unclipped the monitor from her finger, and set it on the table.

Then she took my hand and led me down the hall.

Millie's spare room had a narrow bed with a plaid blanket and a lamp with a crooked shade.

It was my bed for the week.

I had slept in it twice that week, thinking of her.

Margot shut the door with her back and looked at me.

"Take it off," she said, and plucked at my belt.

I did.

She pulled her sweatshirt over her head.

Under it she wore a plain cotton bra and the old scar, pale and thin, running down from her collarbone.

I put my mouth on it.

I kissed the whole length of it, slowly, from the top to where it ended, and she shivered and gripped my shoulders.

"Nolan."

"What?"

"You used to be careful about that scar."

"I'm still careful."

"Don't be," she said. "I want to feel it."

I unhooked her bra and let it drop.

Her breasts were small and warm in my hands, and her nipples tightened hard against my palms.

I took one into my mouth and she made a sound that went straight down my spine.

She pushed me back onto the bed.

She was not strong, and I went anyway.

She climbed over me and sat across my thighs and looked down at my chest, then lower, at what was already pressing up between us.

"Look at that," she said, low. "You really did miss me."

"Margot."

"I'm going to ride you," she said, calmly. "And I'm going to do it at my pace. You are going to let me."

I swallowed.

"Then do it. Ride me."

"Yes. Take off your jeans."

I got them off, and my boxers, and she shed her own leggings and underwear in a few quick motions.

She was bare above me, flushed and shaking a little, and her scar caught the light.

She wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked once, slowly, and I shut my eyes and said her name.

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