My Misery Muse

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and I knew that this time when he left, it would be even worse.  He drove me home neither of us saying anything, I think he knew I needed time to figure everything out in my own head, and as always he was giving me the space I never needed to ask him for.
     
    When we pulled up outside my tiny house, he got out and walked around the car and opened the door for me, I took the hand he offered.  We walked to my porch still neither of us speaking, until we reached the door, I looked up at him and found him once again watching me. 
     
    He reached up and brushed his thumb across my lower lip. “You still bite it when you’re nervous” he whispered.
     
    I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet.
     
    “I never forgot about you Devi, I never stopped thinking about you, wondering how you were, wondering if you thought about me,” he whispered.
     
    He very slowly started leaning his head towards mine, giving me time to turn my head if I didn’t want his kiss. And I realized I did want it, regardless of what happened later, I wanted Seth for as long as I could have him, I would deal with the consequences later.  I leaned up on my tip toes placing my hands on his shoulders; his lips brushed mine once, twice, three times, before he added more pressure. I instantly opened my mouth to his and felt his tongue sweep out across my lower lip before it plunged into my mouth.  He placed a hand on the back of my neck slowly brushing patterns into my skin while his other hand snaked around my waist.  My tongue brushed his bringing back the lust I felt earlier for him tenfold, he deepened the kiss his tongue tangling with mine, exploring my mouth as if trying to relearn its every facet.  I returned his kiss with the same passion, not wanting it to end but knowing it would soon, neither of us wanted to rush things.  With one more sweep of his tongue over my lower lip he broke the kiss, leaving us panting for breath and clutching each other for support.  He leaned down and brushed another sweet chaste kiss against my lips.
     
    “Night, Devi, I’ll see you in the morning.”
     
    I watched him walk away, brushed my fingers against my still swollen lips. “Night, Seth,” then turned around unlocked my door and went into my house.
     
    Cris sat on my couch with a coffee cup in his hand, he looked up at me and I could see the pain flash across his eyes.  I hated seeing the pain he was in, I never meant to hurt him, I just couldn’t give him what he wanted, and I knew that more now than ever.
     
    “I’m sorry Cris,” I whispered willing the tears back.
     
    “It’s not your fault Dev, I always knew you didn’t love me, I was just hoping one day you would learn to,” he said. He cleared his throat, “I’ll be here if you need me, and if he hurts you this time he won’t  be able to hide far enough away.”
     
    Cris left looking as dejected as I’d ever seen him; I slumped down in the chair and started to cry.
     
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    Sitting outside Devi’s house trying to get my lust addled brain calmed down enough to drive home; I heard a tap against my window.  I glanced up and found Cris standing there, he looked like shit, his face drawn making him look years older than his 25, clothes wrinkled in a very un-Crispin like way.   I rolled down my drivers said window, “Hey Cris.”
     
    “Don’t fucking hurt her this time,” he said then walked away.
     
    I glanced back at Devi’s house and saw a light on in the living room. I knew Devi was inside and upset, it made me want to jump out of the car and hold her tight so nothing could ever hurt her again, but knowing Devi that wouldn’t go over well.  So instead, I turned on my car and drove away from the woman I loved.
     

Chapter Ten
    I woke with smell of coffee filling the house and Jaks’ bubbly laughter from the direction of the kitchen; I glanced over and saw it was a little after 9am.  I grudgingly got out of my comfy bed to the bathroom

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