Bittersweet

Bittersweet: Chapter Twenty Two

 THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.

THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.

So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO has been rewritten & updated.

**IF A CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN/EDITED THE ^^ABOVE^^ NOTE WILL BE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Eliza

I love you.

My stomach was in knots. Good knots. Amazing knots.

Austin Burkhalter loves me-little ole farm girl, Elizabeth Hart.

I didn't say it back. All that I could think about was that I didn't say it back. Not because I didn't feel the same way. I think we'd already concluded that I whole-heartedly loved him. When he said those words it was like my body short-circuited. Maybe it was that we were quite literally in the throes of passion. Maybe I was just shocked, period. I never once thought I'd truly have him the way I wanted him, but less find out that he loves me. My breath was taken from me, and everything went black-the next few minutes were a blur. So much so that I barely notice that he'd gotten off the bed and resurfaced from the bathroom a few seconds later with a warm cloth or that he gently wiped away our mixture of juices off of my wet thighs. I was only half alert when he threw the cloth on the floor and muttered a few curse words.

It wasn't until he picked me up off the bed. He easily carried me into the bathroom where he lowered me to the cool tiled floor and began another shower for us. Before ushering me in, he gathered my hair in a high pony tail and pulled off the band off my wrist that I kept there for safe keeping.

Austin's eyes dropped down to me, watching me closely. "You good, Hart?" He asked, lowly.

There was a tinge of pink to his cheeks and an edginess to his voice that was new. That little speck of brown in his left eye looked like it had gotten bigger and the light blue even brighter.

I wordlessly nodded, I couldn't muster up any words. I think I was still experiencing ripples of that orgasm flowing through my body.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" He said, as he ushered me into the shower for the second time tonight and followed me.

We had each other another time. He pressed my back against the tiles of the shower and thrust into me to me hard and thoroughly. We stayed there until long after the water had turned cold, and we were both shivering. We just couldn't stop-it was like if we didn't get that one last touch or thrust, we might perish. It was like this was the first time he'd ever had me truly to himself where there was no one around the corner to find us or a curfew to meet therefore he was ravenous. He needed to make the most of the time he had me alone and he was doing just that. It was just as intense if not more than the last. I waited for him to tell me he loved me again. I thought I might get another chance to say it back.

But he didn't. I was becoming afraid that I'd missed my chance.

When we were done, we went back into his bedroom where he turned on the small lamp on his bedside table and I was immediately horrified at the large dark, wet spot on the middle of his comforter.

My cheeks burned in embarrassment, "Was that-" Me? Oh my god. "D-Did I do that?"

On instinct, I stumbled over to the bed and began stripping the comforter off and bundling it up in my arms. My first thought was to immediately take it to the washer, but before I could take a step towards the door, Austin's arms were sliding around my waist and pulling me back to him until his warm chest was pressed into my back.