Resolution (Saviour) by Lesley Jones Page A

die fucking you.”
    I smile, make a sort of stifled laughing sound and nod; I’m not capable of more.
    “Come and shower with me, I want to wash and look at you. I’m gonna pull out, okay?”
    He eases out gently, only causing me to wince slightly. He stands up from the bed and I feel cold without him pressed against me and suddenly, also, very embarrassed. He squats down beside the bed and brushes my hair off my face…
    “You alright?”
    I nod, not looking at him, my bottom lip suddenly quivers and that solid bloody ball of emotion is lodged firmly in my throat again .
    “ Baby talk to me, what’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you or anything did I? Lauren?”
    I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper into his ear , “You didn’t hurt me, it was amazing, is it wrong to say that – that I liked what we just did?”
    He strokes his fingers down the side of my face, “Of course it’s not wrong. Whatever we do, as long as it’s what we both want, it will always be right, and that was about as close to perfect as it gets baby.”
    He leans down and kisses me gently on the cheek .
    “ I love you, let’s get showered,” I whisper.

CHAPTER 7
     
    I drag my eyes open to the sound of my phone ringing. I don't move though, instead I take a few seconds to get my bearings. I know instantly who I'm with: The smell of him is on me, in me, over me, I'm exactly where I want to be. Wherever Gabe is!
    I'm just not sure which room we ended up in last night though. Last night. Oh. My. God. Last night. My face burns at the memories and I squeeze my eyes shut, I am a dirty, dirty girl and I don’t give a fuck, everything, all of it was amazing, although some parts are a little blurry.
    My cheek is pressed to his chest, my arm thrown across his hip, the other folded underneath me, one leg over his , his leg over mine. I blink a few times and try to focus. A message alert goes off on a phone. I'm not sure whose it is, I really don't care much either. I stretch out my hand and run my palm over his hip and feel for his cock, he has a semi on and it twitches as I squeeze at his base and kiss his chest, then move lower and kiss his belly. His hand grabs my hair and pulls so that I have to look up at him. Jesus fuckin Christ almighty. Just look at him. Just look, he's taken my breath away with just a look, but what a look, I have to take a long blink to steady myself. I feel myself sway, despite the fact I'm lying down.
    He seems to follow su it, he blinks then swallows, “Don't ever leave me again Lauren; I don't think I could take it.”
    I instantly fill with tears and they fall onto his chest and I cling to him, this man that's rocked my world in such a short space of time, my heart is fit to burst with the love I feel for him and something else. Hope. I finally have, over these past few days, allowed myself to hope again. Hope that we can find a way through all this bullshit, bollocks and drama and just be together. He pulls me to him as tightly as possible.
    I can barely breathe , “Shhh, shhh baby, don't cry, what's wrong, talk to me, I hate that I keep making you cry.”
    “ I'm sorry... Nothing's wrong, you don’t make me cry, everything is right, I'm sorry.”
    I kiss him, long and hard, with everything I have I kiss him.
    “Let's put a line under this past week and fuck it off shall we?”
    He says exactly what I'm thinking and I nod as he pulls me in and tucks my head under his chin and squeezes me tight again . I finally gather my senses and look around, this isn’t the bedroom.
    “ Why are we on the lounge room floor?”
    He laughs into my hair. “It's where we ended up last night. After the bedroom, the shower, the bathroom floor and the kitchen bench. We didn't end up making it out to your new car. We will have to christen that later.”
    He's tracing circles with his fingertips from my shoulder, up the curve of my neck, to behind my ear, the sensation along with the memories of all that we did last night make me