Saving Each Other (BWWM Romance)

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Tamara.” He spoke against my lips, ghosting across my skin with his soft lips. He kissed my neck softly, sucking at the skin there.
     
    “Mmm,” I moaned, throwing my head back. The sensations from what he was doing mixed with the water splashing on my body and trickling down my skin and drove me crazy.
     
    He kissed me again softly, pushing his tongue into my mouth to meet mine. They danced together in a wake of passion until I had to break away for air. We looked into each other’s eyes, disappearing into each other.
     
    “Oh!” I screamed when the cold water hit me. I had jumped into Dan’s arms, and we laughed together.
     
    “Sorry, I forgot to tell you that the hot water runs out.” He laughed uncontrollably.
     
    “Stop laughing at me!” I whined, even though I myself was laughing.
     
    “I’m sorry, you just looked so funny jumping up like that; you looked like a cat.” His booming laughter filled the shower. We had retreated to a safe corner where the water wouldn’t fall.
     
    “Come on, let’s get out.” He carried me out of the shower and wrapped me up in one of his towels. He went over to the linen closet to get one for himself.
     
    I dried off and went through one of the bags for panties. I wondered if it was awkward for him to buy them for me. He did well though, they were cotton boy shorts. I put on a new pair of soffe shorts and I grabbed another one of his shirts. I was falling in love with soffe shorts again, I used to wear them a lot in college.
     
    “My shirts look good on you.”
     
    “Oh, you startled me.” I turned around. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants low on his waist and no shirt. It showed off the perfect ‘V’ shape he had. Damn, he was body goals.
     
    “Sorry, but it’s true.” He walked in the room and hugged me from behind, kissing my cheek softly.
    “You should eat something. Do you feel okay to eat?” he said to me.
     
    “I think so.”
     
    “Okay.” He kissed my cheek again and went to the kitchen.
     
    I followed behind him, watching his perfect ass move in his pants. I sat on the kitchen stool and watched him move around the kitchen.
     
    “I think chicken noodle soup is the best option.” He heated up the bowl and set it in front of me with a can of Sprite.
     
    “Thanks.” I ate slowly, afraid of what happened last time.
     
    “You’re cute when you eat,” Dan said. I looked up at him, confused.
     
    “Thanks,” I giggled, now self-conscious of how I ate. I finished the soup, which was actually pretty tasty for canned food. I finished the Sprite and waited a while, my stomach felt okay so I assumed I was all in the clear.
     
    “Feel okay?”
     
    “Yeah.” I sat while he took care of the dishes. “You aren’t eating anything?”
     
    “Nah, I’m okay. What do you want to do? You have freedom now.” He smiled.
     
    “Um, I think I want to watch TV.” I had been missing watching my show, Supernatural. I started watching it from the beginning on Netflix.
     
    “I don’t have many channels, but I have Netflix.”
     
    “That’s perfect,” I smiled.
     
    He led me over to the living room, we were both shocked to see Justin there.
     
    “Oh, I didn’t know you were in here,” Dan said to him.
     
    “Nah, it’s cool man. I can go.” He got up to leave, giving me a meaningful look as he left.
     
    Dan set up Netflix and gave me the remote. I navigated back to season one and started from the beginning.
     
    “You like this show?” he asked me.
     
    “Yeah,” I giggled.
     
    We huddled on the couch together and watched about three episodes until I fell asleep. I felt much better in the past day, healthier and happier. Then I thought about the truth of my company and what they had been doing. I felt responsible for all those innocent lives that were taken, it was because of me that Rory Corp was able to even transport their said ‘oil’ barrels.
     
    I woke up in the middle of the night and the television was off. I

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