Chased by my Ex Husband

Grace

"I am going to make you feel good. Hm?" Tristin's voice whispers in my ear, seeking the consent he always does, his hands lingering on my hips gently. "Hmm. "I hum and breathe heavily.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I moan, as his fingers move between my folds, drawing small circles on my clit. His rough fingers press into my core gently and slowly lead me toward an orgasm.

I gasp, my body curling into his front as I struggle to pry my eyes open.

"What...what are you doing so early in the morning, Tristin?" I murmur, snuggling into the crook of his neck.

This feels so good. I gasp, as he pinches my clit and sends me over the edge. The slow, lazy pleasure has me writhing and clinging to his body as he continues to rub teasing circles between my folds. "I am giving you a demo of what your mornings will be like with me." Tristin hums, kissing the top of my head.

Heat spreads in my cheeks. I sigh, fighting the smile threatening to pull at my lips.

"I prefer tasting you though, but I don't want to do that in here. There is no way I can spread you wide open for me in this small bed. " He grumbles, leaving a streak of soft kisses on the side of my face. The image of him doing just that to me, makes my core clench with need.

I sigh, blinking open my eyes. The morning light is spilling into the hospital room, filling it with a soft, golden hue. And under that hue, Tristin Roberto appears ethereal in all his disheveled glory.

"Good morning." He says in a fresh-out-of-sleep, sexy voice, his eyes full of warmth as he smiles at me. "How are you feeling today?"

I roll my eyes. He is definitely copying that doctor's words. " stop it now."

Tristin purses his lips and pulls his hand out of the trousers he helped me wear last night. " No more orgasms for you.

"I didn't even ask for one." I grumble and close my eyes again

I am just beginning to relax in his arms when a knock sounds on the door and almost throws me down the bed with shock.

I shriek, sitting up straight before Tristin's hands grip my arms and steady me." Calm down. No one will come in until they have permission."

Another knock sounds, and I gulp, my gaze switching between Tristin's amused eyes and the door.

What a situation to be in!

Surely, hospital staff can not tell if a patient had sex in their bed right?

That sounds weird.

Tristin grins and rises from the bed before marching towards the door. I sigh and fall down again.

What is the point of fearing anything now?

I can only douse myself in the sea of embarrassment and light myself with the fire of a fierce blush.

My doctor greets Tristin at the door and then strolls inside.

"Good Morning, Grace." He greets, as chiming and handsome as ever.

"How are you doing today?" Even the words are the same.

My gaze flickers towards Tristin who is standing beside the door, his back resting against the wall and the grin still attached to his lips.

I grumble." Fine, Doctor. "

I shift my focus to my doctor and the nurse who follows him as they gently remove the bandages.

The skin of my wrists is as red and raw as the skin of my ankles. As I expected...the injuries will leave permanent scars.

Unconsciously, I glance toward Tristin and feel this sudden urge to hide my scars from him.

The doctor leaves and the nurse changes my bandages. After I am alone with Tristin in the room, the door closes and he sits on the chair beside the bed.

I stare at my wrists, trying to fight my absurd thoughts. Why does it matter if I have scars?

"What is it?" Tristin breaks the heavy silence.

"The scars... "I sigh but don't meet his eyes.

Why do I have to worry that he will find them ugly?

You know." Tristin's hand appears in my sight and grabs both of mine at once. "I think your scars are beautiful They show that you went through a tough time and survived to be here today. There is nothing to be ashamed about that. Survival...however it's done...is the symbol of strength. "

Our eyes lock, and I forget to look away from him again.

It's true.

I have nothing to give him.

But all my life, I have been giving everything that I had... to people that didn't deserve any of it.

For once, can I not receive and slowly learn to give again?

Maybe, I can not give him anything materialistic even if I try until this world ends.

But I can give him my love if he needs it.

Just as I begin to relax again, and a smile graces my lips, the door to the room is opened.

Startled, I pick up my head and look in the direction of the door only to find Alma standing there.

Her expression is serious, a stark contrast to the warmth Tristin just showed me. She glances at me with a polite nod and then turns her gaze to Tristin. "Mom, what are you doing here?" Tristin's tone is defensive and it makes me sigh.

"I am here to visit Grace." Alma states calmly and shakes the basket she is Kolding in her hand. " it's only right to visit someone admitted to

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Tristin's eyes darken, " Mom-"

"Let us talk, Tristin. Please... "I whisper. " please step out for a moment. "

His head snaps in my direction and he glares at me. I hold his gaze, silently conveying the message that this is not up for debate.

Sulkily, Tristin rises from the chair and walks towards his Mom. I watch as he leans in, whispers something, and walks out, slamming the door on his way out. Whatever he said has made Alma's shoulders stiffen.

It's been a long time since we last met, Grace. "Alma says, her voice cool and controlled. "I came to speak with you before you leave the hospital. And My son just warned me that I shouldn't say any hurtful words or try to scare you away...but Why would I do that? Have ever hurt you before, Grace?"