She smooths a hand down my face. “I can’t believe we had sex in Mom and Dad’s bed.”
“Mom and Dad’s dirty bed. It hasn’t been changed in fucking years.”
“It’s okay. We’ll go shower now.”
“Then to the dome?”
“Then to our dome.” She smiles, leans over, and grabs her phone.
She reels back, not expecting to see Shane and his flaring nostrils there, silently seething.
Her image in the little box in the corner showcases her just been fucked hair and pink cheeks. I’m not in view, leaving her to face him by herself. And she does, my brave girl.
“Don’t ever call me again.” She hangs up the phone and finally clicks the block button.
Tossing the phone to the bed as I carry her away from it, she doesn’t give Shane a second thought.
And why would she, when she’s fucking mine.
Dollie
I rest on Ambrose’s chest, huddled between blankets in our dome, joined from round two, where we’d had slow, lazy sex under the moonlight.
We’re both worn out, hardly able to move.
The best night of my life is coming to an end. The sun peeping through the trees in the distance indicates morning will be here soon. Ambrose’s eyes have just rolled closed, and mine start to feel heavy as I breathe in the scent of him.
Something tickles my arm, pulling me away from the perfection that rests behind a layer of makeup that isn’t really there.
My heart races at the sight of brown legs, all eight of them moving over my arm.
My breathing catches, and it takes a second before it restarts, allowing me to chant, “It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real.”
The tickling from the legs continues as my eyes open, the spider still there, still walking up my arm.
Ambrose’s hand moves into its path, and with a stretch of its legs, it climbs on him.
Shame coats me, in place of the sweat I’d worked up.
Did I wake him up by seeing things that don’t really exist?
God…
“Are you humoring me?” I ask, that shame weighing me down.
“No.” His body, stiff beneath mine as his arm stretches out, moving the spider away from us.
“But you don’t like spiders, either.”
“I know, but I didn’t want you to be scared. Now, I kinda don’t know what to do with it.”
Leaning across the dome to the ladder, he takes me with him as he shakes his hand. The spider wraps its legs around his finger like it’s holding on for dear life.
A laugh slips through my lips, having never seen anything so funny.
“Ah,” Ambrose hisses. “Don’t be laughing so hard with me inside you.”
“It hurts?”
