Cal
That day, Cal only had a few appointments, so he was able to leave work after 3:30 or so. Usually, he would go straight to the Bone Breakers compound to work on MC business, but today he felt the need to go straight home first. He had to tell Antonia about the club, as soon as possible. If I don’t do it today, I’ll never do it, he thought as he sped on the highway towards his house. I have to tell her. I have to.
He parked his bike and ran up the sidewalk, getting into the house as quickly as possible. He turned the corner, expecting to find Antonia in the kitchen like she usually was when he came home, but before he could walk any further, he felt a hand on his back, stilling him immediately. Cal turned around to find Antonia, her face stained with tears.
“Fuck. What is it? What’s wrong?” Cal asked. He stepped forward to cradle Antonia’s face with his hands. He didn’t have time to wonder what the hell he was doing or to freak out about crossing some unspoken boundary with his employee. She was in pain. That was all that mattered at the moment.
“It’s—it’s nothing, it’s stupid,” Antonia said, sniffling a little. “I just can’t stop crying,” she added with a laugh, waving at her face as if to provide evidence.
“What happened?” Cal asked.
“It’s Paul,” Antonia said. “My ex. I called him to ask what happened with Daniel, you know, because of the bruises and the nightmare that he wouldn’t talk about. And he suggested that it’s because of me, not him, because of the new living situation, all of us living here together. He said he could get custody if he wanted to, basically.” Antonia wiped her face with the back of her hand, blinking several times to keep the unshed tears from falling onto her face.
“He can’t just do that, though,” Cal said, even though he honestly wasn’t sure whether that was true or not. He tried to sound as confident as possible for Antonia’s sake, even if he didn’t know the first thing about custody law.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Antonia said. She wiped her nose on her sleeve. “He’s a cop, remember? And he’s got a lot of big friends, powerful people in political positions. He could hurt me if he wanted to.” She paused and shook her head at herself, sighing deeply and running her hands through her hair. “I don’t know why I’m crying now. I talked to him hours ago, in the morning, but I guess it just hit me now, you know? With both of the boys gone, it could be like this. My life could be like this every day without Daniel.” She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, clearly fighting with herself to keep from crying even more.
Cal stepped closer and pressed his forehead against Antonia’s. “Antonia, open your eyes. Look at me.” After a few seconds of hesitation, she complied, her teary eyes staring directly into his. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“You can’t promise that,” Antonia said, sniffling a little. Cal half expected her to yank herself out of his grasp, but she remained in place, even leaning a little bit into Cal’s touch.
“Watch me,” Cal said, smiling a little to encourage her. “Listen, I might just be crazy, but I’m telling you that I won’t let him take Daniel from you. I won’t let it happen.”
“He’s got a lot of power. I don’t know what he could really do if he decided to use it,” Antonia said. A few more tears slid down her cheek.
Cal brushed her tears out of the way with his thumb, leaning down to kiss the place where they fell. Antonia trembled underneath his touch. “I won’t let him,” he swore in a low whisper, letting his lips skim over Antonia’s cheek, down her chin, and up the other side of her face. “I know you don’t know this about me, but I have a lot of power, too. And I swear I will use every ounce of it to make sure that Daniel stays with us.”
Us. His heart stuttered in his chest as soon as the last word left his mouth, but he made no move to take it back, letting it hang like fog in the air. Antonia looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes, but he thought he could detect a little glimmer of hope in there, too. She was so fucking beautiful, even when she was totally wrecked like this—maybe even especially when she was like this, bereft of all masks and carefully maintained emotional walls. Cal just couldn’t help himself. He knew it was the wrong time for it, but he leaned in to kiss her again, softly brushing their lips together, tasting the salt of her tears against his tongue.
It took her a second to respond, but when she did, it was with more force than Cal ever could have anticipated. Antonia grabbed the back of his head, tangling her hands into his hair and guiding him forward until they both fell back onto the couch, their legs wrapping around each other instinctively. “Antonia, wait—” Cal tried to say in between frantic, feverish kisses, but Antonia cut him off with her tongue, licking so deeply into his mouth that he thought he was breathing her in, taking her into his lungs.
“I can’t wait, okay? Not right now. I need you,” Antonia whispered into his mouth. She grabbed his face before he could get a chance to respond.
Cal was tempted to throw her off entirely, to tell her that she wasn’t in the right state of mind and that he couldn’t take advantage of her like this. But Antonia had never seemed more in control of her body, at least not since Cal had gotten to know her. She seemed to have unlocked some hidden strength in her muscles, suddenly capable of pinning Cal down, forcing him further into the couch cushion beneath him, utterly helpless to her touch.
Cal decided to give in, kissing her back as hard as she evidently wanted, letting her bite down forcefully on his lips. Antonia licked at him like she was trying to consume all of him, like she was starving for him. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel elated. His head swam with a thousand emotions, all of them joyful, as Antonia clutched at him, pulling him tighter against her body.
“I need this,” she whispered into his mouth again, biting and licking and sucking until Cal whimpered and bit back at her, turning the tables so that she was pressed down onto the couch under his weight instead. “Yes,” Antonia sighed out in response. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Yes, please.”
Cal pulled back a little to stare in Antonia’s eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation or fear. He didn’t find any, so he decided to push ahead, but first, he rubbed his hand along the side of her face, willing any tension he found there to dissipate. It wasn’t one hundred percent effective, exactly, but she shut her eyes and breathed more steadily, opening her mouth in silent invitation for Cal to kiss her again. She wants this, he thought as he found the hem of her shirt, pushing it up so he could rub at her stomach. She needs this. And I do, too.
This time, Cal couldn’t bear to drag things out, even though in the back of his mind he knew he would love to tease her as thoroughly as she’d teased him the night before. But no, right now she needed to be comforted, to be held, to be reassured that everything was going to be okay. Cal gently kissed her neck, dropping soft kisses along her shoulders and the tops of her arms before sinking lower, carefully removing her shirt so he could kiss in between her breasts. “Yes, please, yes,” Antonia whispered above him, running her fingers through his hair again and again.
Cal ran his tongue from Antonia’s breasts over her stomach down to her hips, mouthing over the luscious hills of her body until she whined in impatience, wordlessly telling him to hurry up. He got out of his own shirt and pants, leaving himself naked, before he undid Antonia’s pants, tugging them along with her panties down to the floor. “Smell so good,” he murmured as he sank down to her crotch, licking the outside of her leaking lips, swallowing around the sweet, bitter flavor of her wetness.
“Thank you,” Antonia whispered, so softly that Cal could barely hear her over the sound of his own heart and the deep, ragged noise of Antonia’s breathing. He rubbed his hands up and down the sides of her body several times, massaging the sides of her ribcage until she began to breathe more slowly and deeply. Cal could feel her heart thunder against her skin, but he wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or lust. I’ll just have to make sure that it’s the latter, he thought to himself as he began to press light, teasing kisses on the outside of her lower lips, using the tips of his fingers to spread her wetness up from her hole to the area around her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” Antonia murmured. She angled her hips upward so that Cal’s tongue brushed up against her hole. “Jesus, your mouth is so fucking sweet.”
Cal smiled against her pussy, kissing the tiny little birthmark right above her clit. He’d never noticed it before, but he decided now that he loved it. He wanted to kiss it more often, every day if she’d let him. He licked circles around it, letting his tongue wander down to her clit, gently pushing it up and down and side to side while his fingertips danced along the edge of her hole, making her moan brokenly.
“Taste so good,” he murmured, more to himself than to Antonia, but if the sound of her laughter the next moment was anything to go by, she heard him and appreciated the sentiment. Slowly, carefully, he stuck the tip of his finger inside of her hole, pressing down harder on her clit with his tongue to distract her from any discomfort she might feel, even though he knew she was strong enough to take much more than just his finger.
“Ugh, yes,” Antonia moaned out. Her hips rocked forward, her natural lubrication rubbing up against Cal’s face, getting his whole mouth wet as he licked at her. “Suck me?” she asked a few moments later. Cal looked up through his eyelashes to see Antonia’s desperate, reddened face, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction at the desire that he spotted hiding in her eyes like a predator among the trees of a forest. I know you, baby, he said silently, smiling to himself as he dragged his tongue along the full length of her vulva. I know you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I fucking love it.
“Please,” Antonia whined out, jerking her hips forward a little more, thrusting against his mouth. “Suck me.”
Her voice was sweet, so cutely pathetic, that he just had to comply. Cal carefully took her left lip between his teeth and began to suck, moving his tongue around the sensitive flesh. She arched her spine and groan out brokenly, her voice echoing in the silence of the empty house around them. “Yes, yes, yes, baby, yes,” she called out, rubbing over the back of his head and grabbing the back of his neck.
Cal slipped his finger in deeper into Antonia’s hole, smiling against her clit when she gasped above him. He licked her open with more force, tasting more of her against his tongue, swallowing around her, desperate to take some part of her inside of him. He needed some reminder, some souvenir to carry around with him, to prove that this was real. They weren’t just fucking this time. They were making love, and for some reason Cal didn’t even feel scared. Maybe that was the truly terrifying thing about it, how easy and simple it felt, like they were born to do this, like they were put on this earth just so they could have sweet, soft, slow sex.
Antonia’s nails found Cal’s back, retracing the marks from the night before, when she’d dug in just a little too deep. Cal welcomed the pain. He wanted her to sink into him, to use him as a life raft when the sensations between her legs became too much to bear. She groaned as he latched his lips around her clit, sucking softly and then gradually harder and harder, feeling her heartbeat in his mouth.
“Deeper, please, give it to me deeper,” she grunted after a few moments. Cal immediately gave her what she wanted, sticking his whole finger inside of her, moving it in careful circles until he found the right spot, the right angle that made her squirm around and then seize like she was being given electric shocks. “Shit, shit, shit, there, there, please, there,” she rambled, her head tossing from one side of the couch to the other as she gasped for air.
Cal didn’t wait very long before he slipped another finger inside Antonia. She panted heavily and clutched harder at Cal’s shoulders, tugging him in deeper, encouraging him to keep sucking at her clit with more and more force. “Mm, please,” Antonia called out. Her eyes screwed shut and her eyebrows furrowed together as Cal applied more pressure on her cunt with his fingers and his mouth.
“What do you want?” Cal whispered. His lips brushed up against her clit teasingly while he thrust his fingers shallowly in and out of Antonia’s cunt.
Antonia’s breathing became more ragged, sweat rolling down the front of her body as she jerked her hips up and down, rolling along to the rhythm Cal had set with his fingers. “I—I, ohhh,” she moaned. She signed deeply and brushing some of the hair away from her sweaty face.
“What do you want, baby?” Cal repeated. His tongue swept from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top of her clit, then traveled back down again. Antonia shivered and shook in response.
“I want you,” Antonia began, huffing out her breath like it was taking every ounce of energy in her body to force out the words, “to fuck me. Please.”
Cal grinned and began biting his way up Antonia’s body, starting with the junction of her thighs and sliding his way up her pussy, to her stomach, up towards her deliciously heaving breasts. “Please,” Antonia added in a high-pitched whine, sighing so pathetically that Cal’s heart hurt a little bit.
He leaned up until he was hovering over Antonia’s mouth, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at him again before he finally spoke. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” he whispered. Then he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, gently pressing with his tongue until she granted him entry. He wanted her to taste herself, to enjoy the complexity of her own flavors. When he pulled back to stare down into her eyes, he saw Antonia flush bashfully and avert her eyes, her eyelashes batting against her smooth skin as she avoided looking directly at Cal.
“Thank you…” Antonia finally whispered. She swallowed heavily as she wrapped an arm around Cal’s shoulders, pulling him in so she could kiss him again. “So fucking sweet,” she muttered into his mouth. She tugged gently but firmly at his bottom lip and nibbled at him.
The kiss soon became deeper, the two of them clawing at each other’s backs as they sucked on each other’s tongues and buried their faces into each other’s shoulders to bite at the other’s sensitive neck. Antonia’s hands drifted down Cal’s back and scratched at his spinal column before digging her nails into his ass. He groaned out into the hollow of her neck, dragging his teeth along her throat, and she dug into him even harder in response. He felt like he was being torn apart, his body’s energy converted into a tool for Antonia to use, but he didn’t mind. He wanted her to grab at him even harder, pull him this way and that. He wanted her to do exactly what she wanted to do, without hesitation or worry that it was the “wrong” thing to do. Cal could tell there was a beast lurking beneath Antonia’s skin, a monstrously hungry thing that needed to tear into him with her teeth and nails and dripping cunt, and he wanted to see more of it. He wanted her to completely relax, to let all of her guards down and show herself to him, fully, freely, without a single drop of shame. Despite everything—despite the fear that clutched at Cal’s heart, the worry that neither of them were ready for this, the hesitation that they could be messing up a good thing by turning a fuck session into something more—Cal still wanted to get to know Antonia, to meet the real her hiding behind the façade she’d created to survive as a single mother. I want to fucking know you, he thought as he licked at her throat, sliding his teeth along the sensitive patch of skin right behind her earlobe. I want you to surrender to me, to give up everything, to show me the real you. I fucking want you.
But he had a feeling that to spring open the locks around her heart and mind, he’d have to dominate her body first, more thoroughly than ever before. Cal gripped the back of Antonia’s head, keeping in her place by her hair while he worked at her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a trail of deep purple parks all the way from her collarbone to her ear. “So fucking beautiful,” Cal murmured into her ear, grinning at the pleading noises that kept leaving Antonia’s mouth as he nibbled on the top of her ear.
“Fucking give it to me,” Antonia grunted out. She lifted her hips and knocked into Cal’s cock as she wrapped her legs around his waist to encourage him to fuck her.
“Ooh, impatient, are we?” Cal teased her. He dropped soft, soothing kisses along the side of her head, traveling down to her forehead to finally kiss between her eyes. “I’m going to be real nice to you tonight,” Cal said. He pulled back a little so he could kiss her chin and the top of her chest, watching as Antonia sunk deeper into the couch cushion beneath them as relaxation swept over her, the tension in her muscles easing as Cal caressed her skin.
“Please,” Antonia whimpered. She leaned up to kiss Cal’s mouth so deeply that he lost his breath for a few moments until she pulled back away from him. “Please, I need you. I need you, Cal.” Her eyes slid shut again as she sighed raggedly, pulling on Cal with her legs until his cock brushed up against her lower stomach. She sounded so sincerely exhausted, so raw and open, her whole body responding to his touches so intensely that it was like all of her nerve endings were fully alert. She looked so vulnerable, her brows still furrowed up, as tiny soft moans left her throat. Cal wanted to tease her, to drive her to the point of near insanity the way she had done to him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to hold back anymore—not when she needed him so badly, when she was so brave as to honestly confess that she needed him. He had to reward her courage. He had to give her what she wanted.
“All right, baby,” he whispered. He kissed the top of her head before pulling back entirely, ignoring her weak protest as he leaned down to grab a condom out of his pants pocket. “I’m coming, I swear, I’m coming, darling,” he murmured as he unwrapped the condom and rolled it down the length of his dick. He pressed his cock up against her entrance but held himself back from pushing inside right away. He wanted her to have a chance to get ready for him or to pull back entirely if she had second thoughts. But instead she wrapped her legs more tightly around his waist, urging him closer while her two hands reached out to grab his face, forcing him to look at her as the very tip of his cock slipped inside of her.
“Oh, oh, shit,” Antonia whispered. She licked her lips and let her eyes roll back into her head as Cal pushed inside a little deeper. “Yeah, baby, that’s good. That’s fucking good. I like that.”
Cal smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Then he braced his weight by pressing both of his arms down deep into the couch cushion on either side of Antonia’s head. “You’re just pulling me in, aren’t you, baby?” he grunted as he felt his cock slip inside a little deeper. Antonia’s cunt clenched the throbbing head of his dick. “So nice and tight. So warm and wet for me.”
“Yeah, just for you, all for you,” Antonia whispered. She dragged her nails down the skin of Cal’s back again, making his spine arch as pain mixed with pleasure, his hips moving forward of their own accord to sink more of his cock into Antonia’s body. She leaned up to kiss and bite and suck at the side of Cal’s throat while her hands wandered down to his ass, pressing on him to encourage him even deeper inside of her. Cal could feel her hole quivering around him, tightening her internal grip even more as he sank all the way in, pressing up against her innermost walls. Cal gasped for air as he bore down inside of her, feeling like all of the life and energy inside of him was being slowly squeezed out of his body through his cock, but he didn’t care. It was almost scary, feeling overwhelmed by a sea of sensations that washed over him in a barrage of powerful waves, rocking him to his core. But he wanted it too much to stop. His lungs almost burned with the effort it took to power his body as he began thrusting in and out, careful not to come too quickly even though the temptation to let loose into Antonia’s body was almost irresistible.
Antonia murmured into his neck. Her hot breath on his ear, the tickling sensation of her lips against his sensitive skin, made it hard for Cal not to squirm. Focusing on his mission to make Antonia fall apart as fast as he was, he adjusted the angle of his hips so that he pressed up against a new spot inside of her. In response, her spine stiffened and her fists pounded against his shoulders. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, convulsing a little before she wrapped her arms tighter around Cal’s chest, hugging close to him as he fucked in and out of her tight hole. “Jesus Christ.”
“Good?” Cal asked, checking in. He didn’t want to attack her body like this unless she wanted to be overwhelmed, but one look into her eyes told him all that he needed to know. Her gaze was burning with desire, her mouth open in an almost feral growl as she thrust her hips up to meet Cal’s rocking motions, encouraging him to fuck her harder.
“So fucking good,” she murmured. Cal sped up. His cock slid in and out more smoothly as she became wetter and wetter around him. “Please, baby, please.”
Cal couldn’t keep himself from kissing her, crashing his mouth into hers and breathing her air as he moved even faster. Sweat pooled under his kneecaps and arms as he pushed his body to the limit. He bit down on Antonia’s lip, inwardly smiling as she bit back harder, sucking and licking at his lips furiously while his hips kept up a steady rhythm. He could feel Antonia’s cunt vibrate around him, the buzz of her flesh practically audible as her moans grew louder and more desperate. Cal felt like he could sense everything that Antonia was feeling. The warmth of their bodies wrapped around them like a cocoon, trapping them inside the sensations that were steadily overtaking their minds, obliterating all other thoughts until they were both entirely focused on the spreading heat between their legs, the wonderful tangle of pleasure that just kept getting bigger and bigger and brighter and brighter as Cal pushed himself deeper into Antonia’s body.
“Fuck, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Antonia called out, her would-be screams coming out as hissing whispers as she arched her back and forced her hips up into the air, achieving maximum penetration before falling back down again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh!”
“Yes, give it to me, give it to me, baby,” Cal whispered. He licked along the top of Antonia’s earlobe as he panted desperately for breath, chasing his own orgasm. He felt a distinct twinge of pain mixed with pleasure at the base of his stomach, telling him that he didn’t have long before the sensations between his legs would combine into a tremendous explosion that could shatter all of his thoughts into a million pieces. He had to hold onto this moment while he still could, had to treasure it the way it deserved to be treasured. Antonia was opening up for him like a flower reaching for the first rays of sun in the morning, like a bruised petal drifting towards the light. He had to commit this moment to memory forever, so that he would never run out of reasons to fight for his life. He’d been so downtrodden lately, so exhausted and devoid of hope. But how could he feel that way when this moment existed? How could he rationalize feeling shitty when he was so lucky as to experience this miracle, feeling Antonia give in to him, submitting to his will, not because he was more powerful than her but precisely because he’d effectively reassured her that there was no way she could ever lose her own power. He was helping Antonia find herself by fucking her within an inch of her life, and he never wanted this moment to end.
“Oh, shit! Fuck, there, right there!” Antonia cried out so loud right into his that his eardrum ached, but he didn’t give a fuck. He would sacrifice everything, give up everything, feel whatever pain was necessary just to allow this moment to continue, to help Antonia feel the overwhelming combination of sensations that were so clearly overtaking her.
“Yeah baby, give in to it,” Cal whispered, pressing his lips to hers softly even as his hips rocketed forward even harder than before, bearing down hard into her blooming, dripping pussy. “Give in to me. I got you. I got you, baby. You can do this. Just let go.”
“Ahh! Ahh! Fuck!” Antonia cried out. Her torso twisted impossibly in on itself as her pussy began to pulse rapidly, vibration after vibration after vibration coursing over Cal’s cock like a sonic boom, like a tornado of pleasure ripping everything up from the ground and slamming it back down into place again.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Cal screamed as he felt Antonia’s pussy clench even tighter around him, convulsions driving him over the edge, too. “Oh, fuck!” His hips pushed forward three, four, five more times before coming to a still as his cock pulsed inside of Antonia’s cunt, cum shooting out of his cock and into the condom as he remained inside of her, squeezed by her inner walls.
For a long moment, Cal could feel and hear and experience only silence, the kind of empty blankness that wrapped around him and made him feel like he was safe, like everything was truly okay. He collapsed on top of Antonia’s body, breathing hard into her neck while trembles coursed down his legs, making his hips twitch forward a little involuntarily as he came down from his amazing orgasm.
“Oh, Jesus, shit, fuck,” Cal murmured. He swallowed hard to compensate for the dryness in his mouth, pressing soft kisses on the side of Antonia’s neck as he pulled out of her carefully, trying hard not to hurt her in any way in the aftermath of their intense sex. Cal let his hands travel up and down Antonia’s body, his nails dancing along her skin, trying to make her feel as safe and warm and protected as he did in this very moment.
“Yeah,” Antonia finally said, apparently agreeing with Cal’s incoherent sentiment. “That was…yeah,” she added, running her fingers through Cal’s sweaty, messy hair. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Cal said, smiling down at her. He brushed some of the random strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes away from her face. “That was really amazing.”
Antonia was silent for a minute, and Cal was afraid that he’d crossed a line he shouldn’t have even touched, but then she finally cleared her throat and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it really was.” But despite her words, her voice was soft and hesitant, much smaller and meeker than it’d been while she was screaming for him mere minutes earlier. Worry started to prick at his brain. The warm haze of the afterglow faded away as the familiar heaviness of anxiety grew. Oh, fuck, he realized as he leaned off of Antonia, detecting a note of worry in her cloudy eyes. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have fucking done that.
It wasn’t that Cal regretted it at all. It had been a world-changing experience, feeling Antonia be totally vulnerable and trusting underneath him. Cal wasn’t sure if he’d ever had sex like that before in his entire life, where his partner was totally open with him, unafraid of showing that she wanted him badly. But...Cal was sure that Antonia would feel the same way once she got some time to think about what she’d just done. Only a day before, she was arguing with him about how they couldn’t do this, suggesting that it was unfair to the kids. Goddammit, Cal, he said to himself. Why do you always have to do the stupid thing, thinking with your heart and not your head?
Maybe he could still fix this, though. Maybe he could convince her that they could really be together. But first he’d have to be honest with her. She needed to know what she was getting into if she chose to be with Cal, rather than just fucking him on the side now and again. He had to tell her the truth about the MC before it was too late. “Antonia…” Cal started to say. He cleared his throat and sat up on the couch, staring down at Antonia’s beautifully flushed, wrecked body.
“Cal,” Antonia said back. She reached up to cup the side of Cal’s face, making his eyes fall shut just from that one gentle gesture alone. “Thank you,” she whispered again, rubbing her fingers softly along the side of his face. She tucked a lock of his wet hair back behind his ear. “Thank you so much.”
Cal was speechless for a minute, so overwhelmed by the emotion he heard in Antonia’s voice that he could only nod slowly, keeping his eyes glued on Antonia’s perfect breasts, which still heaved as she panted for breath.
But before Cal could get back to what he was planning to say before, Antonia moved from underneath him, getting to her feet so quickly that Cal barely had time to register that she’d moved before she struggled into her clothes. “Where are you going?” Cal asked.
“I’ve got to pick the boys up,” Antonia explained. She flipped her hair out of her shirt as she tugged her pants back on. “I’ll be back later, though. And then we can…talk.”
“Yeah, okay,” Cal said, wiping some of the sweat off his forehead as he stumbled to his feet, nakedly following Antonia to the front door. “I’ll talk to you later, then.”
“Definitely,” Antonia said with a bright smile. She looked so relaxed and free that Cal’s heart stuttered a little bit in his chest just from the sight of her. Cal felt the urge to tell her that she was beautiful, that she was perfect, that her body was exactly the way it needed to be, that nothing about her needed to be changed.
But before he could muster up the courage to actually force those words out of his mouth, let alone the truth about his second occupation, Antonia disappeared through the front door, waving goodbye before slamming it shut behind her.
“Shit,” Cal said out loud to himself. He walked back over to the couch and let himself sag into the cushions, which were a little damp from their sex sweat. Cal sighed to himself and let his body sink into the couch, bereft of all the hopeful energy that he’d felt mere minutes before.
I’ll tell her, he said to himself. I have to. Before it’s too late.