Available Darkness Season 2
the hell that even meant? It was like she was arguing not with herself, but some other part of herself.
Maybe it was simply fear having its say.
As she and Greg grew more serious, her fear was searching for reasons to ruin things. Some part of her was so afraid of living the unknown with a man she loved, Hannah was willing to trash it and stick with the known of isolation.
She wished she had a girlfriend close enough to help her sort things out. Jenny was her only friend besides Greg, and she was an employee. Hannah had to distance the personal stuff. Even though Jenny’s sordid life was an open book to Hannah, from her favorite sexual positions to her scariest dreams, Hannah never felt comfortable reciprocating.
Jenny often joked that Hannah needed to step more out of her shell, and trust more. And while Hannah was trying, it wasn’t easy. As she watched Greg surface from the woods, some part, if not most of her, wondered who the hell he was talking to and why one phone call could make her feel suddenly like everything was wrong.
**
Hannah spent the rest of the night trying to pretend she wasn’t annoyed, until she finally lost it
“I can’t believe you didn’t help me up,” she said, turning to stare at the mountains, hopefully to keep from crying, and to hide the truth if she did.
Greg didn’t apologize like Hannah expected. Instead he said, “I spend most of my day putting out fires, Hannah. You tripping in the grass isn’t an emergency. That phone call was.”
He should have punched her in the stomach. Less painful, and over quicker. His tone was so cold, and workmanlike, that it caught her by surprise. While he worked a lot, he was almost always tender when spending time with her. Now, it seemed like he was being Work Greg, all business, no emotion.
They fought for a half hour. The closest Hannah and Greg had ever come to fighting before, was when Greg didn’t want to see a Jon Conway movie because he said Conway was a douche bag. He was her favorite actor so she dug her heels in, but only for a few minutes until Greg offered to take her to dinner instead.
That was a silly fight. This one, though, was real.
It was horrible, but over quickly, with verbal anger erupting from either side. Greg eventually apologized: for the stresses of his work, for letting them bleed into their personal time like the wound they were, and for his job being so complicated and boringit could barely be explained without a fresh cup of coffee for each of them, let alone added to their general conversation.
During the most heated flare of their battle, both were near snarling, just as they were when later making up between the sheets.
**
Hannah was drifting between sleep and waking when her inner whisper came back.
“He’s watching you.”
What do you mean he’s watching me?
“He’s watching you sleep. Can’t you feel him?”
No.
“Go ahead, open your eyes. You’ll see that I’m right.”
Hannah lay still for a moment, then decided to take a peek rather than open her eyes all the way. She peered from a barely fluttered lid, and saw Greg lying beside her, and indeed he was staring!
Startled, Hannah’s eyes shot open as she bolted up from the mattress.
“What the hell?” she said, staring at Greg. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Sorry, Baby,” he said from behind a calm smile. “I was just watching you sleep.”
She glanced at the clock beside his nightstand: 3:14 a.m.
“Why are you even up?” she asked as Greg pulled her close to his warm, naked skin.
“Couldn’t sleep, I was horny.”
“So, you what? Just stare at me, hoping I’d wake up?”
Greg smiled. “Worked, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, you creeped me the hell out, if that’s what you meant by ‘worked,’” Hannah said, lying back down, as far from him on the bed as possible, yanking the covers around her, and turning toward the wall.
His cock found her backside as his left hand slithered up her torso to cup her breasts. His right hand trailed down between her legs. Greg slid three fingers inside her. Hannah swallowed, turned, and kissed him.
As she drifted from climax to slumber for the second time that night, her inner whisper hissed.
“He’s lying to you, Hope.”
Hope?
She turned the thought in her mind for a moment, until its weight was too heavy to hold. Hannah lost the thought, and drifted to sleep while trying to find it again.
**
Hannah was surprised to find Greg still sleeping when she
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