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see how it's worn on him for so long.
    "We were both okay but Coral." His body shakes with sobs. "She wasn't there. She went through the windshield."
    My breath catches in my chest. I can feel my heart pounding. Coral's heart. The heart she lost that day. "I'm so sorry," I whisper.
    He stands abruptly, pushing my hands from his body. "She was just there. Her body was there. Coral wasn't there."
    "It must have been horrible," I mutter.
    "Horrible?" he snaps at me. "Horrible? It was fucking disgusting, Sadie. So much blood. Her eyes vacant and empty. Christina in the back seat screaming. I'll never forget the smell, the sounds. I'll never forget."
    I sit silently. I know why he searched for me now. He feels responsible for her death. He wanted to make sure I was taking care of the only thing left of her. "I think I should go." I start to stand.
    He crumples to the floor next to the couch. "I'm not a monster. Don't go."
    I fall to my knees. I can't walk away. I can't leave him like this. He's bared so much. He's given me so much today. How can I abandon him?
    "Hunter, let me help you." I pull myself onto his lap so I'm facing him. "Let me take the pain."
    He greedily pulls my body into his. The sobs coursing through him reverberate through me. "Don't leave me. I need you."
    I reach to cradle his face in my hands. I search his eyes. All I see is deep regret and pain. "I'm not going," I whisper.
    ***
    "T hank you, sunshine." He breathes into my neck. He's been silent for more than thirty minutes just allowing me to hold him.
    "Thank you for sharing so much." I shift my head from his chest so I can stare into his eyes again. The darkness is gone. Something has loosened within him.
    He pushes a stray hair from my forehead. "It's so hard to talk about."
    "I'll always listen," I offer. I move my body slightly suddenly aware of his growing hardness beneath me.
    "You're an angel." He grazes my forehead with his lips, pulling my hips down into his lap.
    "I'm just your friend. I'm not an angel."
    "You're more than my friend," he purrs softly. "I can't be this close to you, Sadie and not want things."
    "We can't do that anymore." I move to pull back but it's with little effort. Feeling his erection has made me desire him all over again.
    "We can and we will." His lips trace a path across my cheek.
    "No," I say breathlessly. There's no substantial meaning in the word and he knows it. The faint wetness of my panties on his lap is giving my desire away.
    "You want me now." His hand drops to his lap, it’s mere inches from my core. "You can have me. Anytime. Anywhere you want."
    I pull myself across his groin. He's so hard. So ready. All I have to do is reach down and undo his pants.
    "Use me," he whispers. "You want me."
    I pull back so I'm staring into his eyes. I see my desire there. He wants me just as much as I want him. I can feel how badly he needs me.  Hunger courses through me. I have to feel that again. I have to come under his touch again.
    His lips seal over mine as he lets out a low moan. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, biting it softly, sucking at it. I groan as I reach for his belt. I fumble with it before I feel his hands take over. He loosens it quickly and the smooth sound of his zipper lowering follows. He pulls his cock free and I tremble at the sight of it. It's so large, so perfect, and so ready for me.
    "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He breathes into my mouth.
    I nod quickly. "Please," I whimper. "Please, Hunter."
    He pushes my panties to the side as he slides his cock along my slick cleft. I'm so wet. So ready to take him inside of me again.
    "I can't get enough of you." He growls as he slowly pushes himself into me.
    I move to take more of him in, leaning forward against the couch. He's so big. It's painful. So painful and so perfectly blissful.
    "Fuck me, sunshine." He nips at my neck. "Fuck me now."
    I move my body slowly against his, finding my rhythm. His hands are pushing on my hips, coaxing me