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Or something else…?
“You didn’t…” I start to say, barely getting out the words. I don’t have the strength. All I can do is keep holding onto him.
But I can feel the coldness stealing up on him, just like always. He lightly props me against the wall, waits until I can prove that my legs can hold me up, then turns toward the dispenser to pull out some paper towels.
I know he’s already left me.
Without looking at me, he hands me the towels. He takes some for himself.
As my body keeps whirring, I clean myself up as he does the same. He zips himself back up, getting himself together before I do, and tosses the towels away.
I go to the sink and run my towels under the water, then reach under my dress to bathe off the juices he left on my thighs and pussy. I’m steeped with them.
I catch him watching me, and the darkness is still there in his eyes, as if he’s holding himself back again from ravishing me. But there’s that something else in his gaze, too.
I see pieces of him there, shards, as if his eyes are shattered mirrors that haven’t been fit back together yet.
He doesn’t have to say it—he was very, very close to losing control completely with me, and he hates that. Maybe he even hates himself.
There are demons in his gaze that I can’t even begin to guess at, and as much as I enjoyed this dark sexual dance, I can’t stand his obvious remorse.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, holding the towels, the water still running.
He doesn’t answer.
I step back from the sink as he comes over. He washes his hands, then dries them off. He doesn’t look at me the entire time, which is odd for a man who can’t seem to stop watching me.
Feeling vulnerable, I finish cleaning myself off, throw away my towels, and then tug at my dress, making sure I’m all the way covered. I see my red panties on the floor, the same color as the flush that’s still warming my skin. I pick them up and throw them away, making sure the discarded towels hide them.
When I turn to Cage, he’s running his fingers through his hair. He straightens his suit. Then he finally turns to me.
“This can’t continue,” he says coolly.
As numbness steals over me, he opens the restroom door and walks out.