to be drugged up," Leslie protested, bracing herself on the toilet so she could pull herself up.
Warren reached out and helped lift her from the floor. "They can help you. There are doctors who do more than write out scripts. There are doctors who care. Come on, Leslie, give it a try. What is the worst that could happen? I just want you happy, and I want you to feel better. Is that so wrong?"
She knew Warren was doing all he could to make her happy. He was a good man like that, and it meant everything to her that he was so willing to look after him. But the idea of talking to some stranger about missing her husband, and how she suddenly felt like she couldn't take care of herself, was horrifying. She couldn't stand the idea of having to face that and honestly had no desire to try. "Look, I just don't want to do it. Please, drop it, Warren. I'm sure after a couple of days I will feel better and be able to eat. It is just all the stress, especially with the police coming by and asking so many questions all the time. Give it some time, and I will be fine."
Even she didn't believe her words, and when Warren shook his head and turned to leave the bathroom, she was certain she had offended him. Tears formed again, and she quickly became angry, punching her fist down on the bathroom counter. The one person who seemed to give a damn about her, and she was pushing him away like she was everyone else. Finding her legs, she went to rush after him, but the sound of the front door slamming echoed down the hall before she could reach him, and she knew he was gone.
That intense eerie feeling of being alone hit her hard, and this time she knew it was her own damn fault. If only she could get past all the pain she felt. If only she could find a way to make herself believe that Adam's passing was not the end of the world for her. Maybe if she could do that, she could move on and stop being so hard on the people around her. Even Sharron had stopped coming around because of how unstable Leslie had been. She was sure her friend didn't mean to hurt her, but she also knew she had lashed out at Sharron, just as she had done with Warren. They were only trying to help and she was being a complete bitch.
Shaking her head, she shuffled back down the hall toward the guest bedroom. There was not enough strength in her to sleep in "their" bed, so she would lie down in the guest bed and try to get enough rest to heal. She would need to if she was ever going to get better.
"Baby, I just don't know what to do without you. You are my everything, and now you are gone. How am I supposed to face this life alone like this? I'm losing everyone and everything, and part of me doesn't care. Part of me hopes I will push them so far away that they won't bother to check on me, and then I can join you. I miss you, Adam. I miss you more than I ever thought I would."
Chapter Eleven
Tension built heavy between her legs, and her breath began to deepen as she felt the gentle teasing of a tongue against her clit. Her eyes slowly began to open, and she looked down to see Adam there, licking and sucking on her with such devotion and vigor. Her eyes widened, and she began to pull away, confusion hitting her.
"Adam, what are you doing here? Is it really you?" she asked, her voice coming out a bit higher and breathy than she had intended.
"Of course, it is me. Were you expecting someone else to make love to you?" he asked with that wicked grin on his face. Leslie couldn't believe it. Had all of the past couple of weeks been a nightmare?
Relaxing back into the bed, she arched her back as Adam gripped her hips and began to feverishly feed from the center of her body. He ravished her with tongue and teeth, hitting each and every spot of her that would make her body sing with delight. He gripped tightly to her hip, bringing her higher and higher until her body was writhing, and she began to scream out for him.
He rolled his eyes up to her, watching her
Warren reached out and helped lift her from the floor. "They can help you. There are doctors who do more than write out scripts. There are doctors who care. Come on, Leslie, give it a try. What is the worst that could happen? I just want you happy, and I want you to feel better. Is that so wrong?"
She knew Warren was doing all he could to make her happy. He was a good man like that, and it meant everything to her that he was so willing to look after him. But the idea of talking to some stranger about missing her husband, and how she suddenly felt like she couldn't take care of herself, was horrifying. She couldn't stand the idea of having to face that and honestly had no desire to try. "Look, I just don't want to do it. Please, drop it, Warren. I'm sure after a couple of days I will feel better and be able to eat. It is just all the stress, especially with the police coming by and asking so many questions all the time. Give it some time, and I will be fine."
Even she didn't believe her words, and when Warren shook his head and turned to leave the bathroom, she was certain she had offended him. Tears formed again, and she quickly became angry, punching her fist down on the bathroom counter. The one person who seemed to give a damn about her, and she was pushing him away like she was everyone else. Finding her legs, she went to rush after him, but the sound of the front door slamming echoed down the hall before she could reach him, and she knew he was gone.
That intense eerie feeling of being alone hit her hard, and this time she knew it was her own damn fault. If only she could get past all the pain she felt. If only she could find a way to make herself believe that Adam's passing was not the end of the world for her. Maybe if she could do that, she could move on and stop being so hard on the people around her. Even Sharron had stopped coming around because of how unstable Leslie had been. She was sure her friend didn't mean to hurt her, but she also knew she had lashed out at Sharron, just as she had done with Warren. They were only trying to help and she was being a complete bitch.
Shaking her head, she shuffled back down the hall toward the guest bedroom. There was not enough strength in her to sleep in "their" bed, so she would lie down in the guest bed and try to get enough rest to heal. She would need to if she was ever going to get better.
"Baby, I just don't know what to do without you. You are my everything, and now you are gone. How am I supposed to face this life alone like this? I'm losing everyone and everything, and part of me doesn't care. Part of me hopes I will push them so far away that they won't bother to check on me, and then I can join you. I miss you, Adam. I miss you more than I ever thought I would."
Chapter Eleven
Tension built heavy between her legs, and her breath began to deepen as she felt the gentle teasing of a tongue against her clit. Her eyes slowly began to open, and she looked down to see Adam there, licking and sucking on her with such devotion and vigor. Her eyes widened, and she began to pull away, confusion hitting her.
"Adam, what are you doing here? Is it really you?" she asked, her voice coming out a bit higher and breathy than she had intended.
"Of course, it is me. Were you expecting someone else to make love to you?" he asked with that wicked grin on his face. Leslie couldn't believe it. Had all of the past couple of weeks been a nightmare?
Relaxing back into the bed, she arched her back as Adam gripped her hips and began to feverishly feed from the center of her body. He ravished her with tongue and teeth, hitting each and every spot of her that would make her body sing with delight. He gripped tightly to her hip, bringing her higher and higher until her body was writhing, and she began to scream out for him.
He rolled his eyes up to her, watching her
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