I laid in bed with Jake for hours.
He didn't say anything. He just laid beside me. He didn't move. He didn't make a sound. He just laid there, staring at the ceiling.
I looked at the ceiling for a while, but I was getting bored. I was getting tired of my thoughts, tired of seeing Peter under the paddles and seeing Kelly cry. I couldn't deal with thinking of it anymore. It was killing me.
He didn't say anything. He didn't move.
I looked at him. I put my hand on his chest.
He still didn't move.
The silence was overbearing. It was suffocating.
I leaned up and kissed his jaw.
His mouth opened, but nothing came out.
I kissed him again.
He let out a long breath. He reached down and took my chin between his fingers. He lifted my chin upward and gave me a kiss. He deepened it.
I could feel the need in his kiss. He needed this, needed me.
I moved over him.
He pulled the tie on my pants.
I took my pants off and quickly undid his. I moved them down his legs.
Neither of us said anything.
Jake took my waist. He took a deep breath and moved me onto him. He moaned.
I ran my hands through his hair and gave him a kiss. I needed him to know he wasn't alone, that I was there for him. I knew he needed me. He was there when my father died and I was there for him.
When he released, he cried out and held me to him. Not even a second later, a sob escaped his lips.
I looked up at him.
Tears rushed down his face as another sob escaped his lips. He covered his mouth as sob after sob escaped his mouth.
I moved off of him and pulled him into my arms.
He cried into my chest, gripping my shirt as if his life depended on it.
I rubbed his back and repeatedly kissed his head. I felt my heart breaking as he began to shake in my arms. I felt so bad for him, but I also felt so helpless.
After a few minutes, he began to calm down. He took a deep, shaky breath and kissed my clavicle.
I continued to rub his back.
There was a knock on the door. Vanessa spoke, "Sgt. Major has a visitor."
"We'll be down in a minute."
I pulled back from Jake. "Do you need help getting dressed?"
"No, I'm okay."
I nodded and removed my top. I changed into a black tunic and leggings.
Arms wrapped around me from behind. "You didn't finish."
"The sex. You didn't finish."
"It's okay. I'm fine," I spoke, placing a hand over his.
"Let me help," he whispered. He slipped his hand down my leggings, allowing his fingers to find me.
I backed into him, moaning.
"I've got you," he whispered, tightening his grip on me. His fingers pumped, swirling. He had no trouble making me weak at the knees.
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Britt Malone was your average, busy medical student. She was a pretty good student, one who studied constantly. After her social life took a toll, Britt felt as if she was going to be alone forever... That is, until her path crossed with Jake Hamilt...