21
Lauren
Later that night as I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but feel broken inside. After Cole and Melanie left, I had walked into our bedroom and shut the door- shutting Isaac and the rest of the world out. It had been a few hours and Isaac had granted me the alone time I needed.
I heard his footsteps coming down the hall and I knew he was going to come into our bedroom. He would want to talk. He would want to ask me how I was doing. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to talk yet, though.
As the bedroom door slowly opened, a sliver of light from the hall crept into the darkness I had been hiding in.
“Lauren, can I come in?” Isaac asked softly.
“Yes,” I replied in an almost whisper.
He opened the door wider and made his appearance in the room. He stood for a moment beside the bed, just watching me as I lay there watching him.
I offered him a smile, letting him know while I was upset, I wasn’t done with him or us. Taking my cue, Isaac sat down next to me on the bed. He placed a hand on my back and began slowly rubbing my shoulders.
“Thank you for believing me,” he said as he looked deep into my eyes.
He was so sincere with his words that I had to fight back the urge to jump up and hug him. I was so conflicted; torn with just how to act toward him.
“Don’t make me regret it,” I said. My words came out harsher than I had expected them to, but there wasn’t any way I could speak without my anger showing itself.
Isaac nodded his head and lay down next to me. “Lauren, I don’t deserve your trust or your belief in me. I know that with everything in my heart. But, I am not lying to you. There isn’t any woman in this world who compares to you and I would be a fool to do anything to lose you.”
I lay there in the darkness listening to him pour his heart out to me and I felt my heart soften a little bit. I needed those words, but more importantly, I needed his touch. I needed to know he still wanted me.
Sensing my desire, Isaac slowly moved his hand to the bottom of my shirt and began to carefully and methodically lift the fabric so that he revealed my lower stomach. His hands began to roam over my sensitive skin and I watched him with a careful glance as he moved.
Heat swelled through my body as my need for Isaac grew more intense. Leaning down, Isaac began trailing kisses up my stomach as he continued to lift my shirt higher. When he freed my breasts, he lifted my shirt over my head and moved his mouth to my now taut nipples. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped through my lips at his sudden touch.
My sounds and the way my body writhed underneath his touch made Isaac more alert and needy. As his tongue licked and sucked on my breasts, his hands slipped under my shorts and removed my panties. I lifted my hips, allowing him the space he needed to crawl on top of me. He quickly pulled his jeans down and then before either of us could think, he was deep inside of me.
As he filled me completely, we began rocking to a tune of desire, hurt, and love. This moment wasn’t just about sex. This was about us becoming one again. We both needed this affirmation that we were a united front. That our love could withstand anything and anyone who tried to come between us.
“Lauren, you feel so good,” Isaac moaned as he continued to rock in and out of me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound emerged. I was too engrossed in his touch and the way his body felt as it connected with mine. The heat between us could have sparked a wildfire and as my climax grew, I could feel Isaac reaching the brink of release too. We continued to move in synch with one another until we came together in a release of bliss.
Rolling off of me, Isaac turned his head to face me. “Thank you for loving me enough to let me back in,” he said as his breath panted from the wild ride we were just on.
Nodding my head, I turned my head to face him too. “Isaac, we will get through this. I don’t know how, but we will. I believe in us enough to know that,” I said.
Taking his hand, Isaac cupped my face as he stared deep into my eyes. “I love you so much,” he said as he leaned in and placed a soft and passionate kiss on my lips.
We lay entangled in one another’s arms until we both fell into a deep and relaxing sleep.
***
I WOKE SOMETIME AROUND two in the morning. Isaac’s arms were still wrapped tightly around my body and his breathing was even and calm. Wide awake, I couldn’t seem to go back to sleep. My need to know more about this girl named Tiffany refused to let me rest.
Slowly, I lifted Isaac’s arms off of me and I crawled out of bed. I crept down the hallway to the living room where my laptop was sitting on the couch. I sat down and opened the computer and pulled up the internet. I began to type Tiffany’s name into my Facebook search engine. Her online profile appeared with links to her Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, and personal e-mail.
I clicked her Facebook profile page first. Her photo was a selfie of her behind a mirror, a dumb duck face pout on her lips. All of her pictures were of her at parties, holding up beer cans and dancing with sexy clothes on. I checked her other social media accounts and they all kept up with the same theme as her Facebook posts.
This girl was definitely a narcissist, but it didn’t tell me anything more than she liked to party. As I continued to research, I found that she worked at a local bar named The Saloon, on the east side of Lexington. I had never heard of the place before, but I knew one thing for sure. I was going to have to pay this place a little visit.