DeliciousMaiden
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Pia
If it was a shock to find Mark in her bed making love to her, his reaction to her protest was even more so.
She gasped as he all but threw her from him, pulling the covers around her as he headed down the stairs garbled apologies thrown after him, running away from her without even allowing her to comment or question.
She sat in the middle of the bed bereft.
From the dream, the warmth, the lovemaking to be so roughly rejected and shut out.
Her emotions tumbled over and over blaming him for running away from her, blaming herself for being unable just to open up to him. Nothing made sense.
All she knew was that it hurt: Hurt like hell!
Hurt almost as much as those first days when Mark had left her.
And so as in those first day, Pia curled herself up in the middle of her bed and sobbed out her grief, loss and hurt, longing for things to be as they once were and at a loss as to how to make that happen - especially now.
If it was a shock to find Mark in her bed making love to her, his reaction to her protest was even more so.
She gasped as he all but threw her from him, pulling the covers around her as he headed down the stairs garbled apologies thrown after him, running away from her without even allowing her to comment or question.
She sat in the middle of the bed bereft.
From the dream, the warmth, the lovemaking to be so roughly rejected and shut out.
Her emotions tumbled over and over blaming him for running away from her, blaming herself for being unable just to open up to him. Nothing made sense.
All she knew was that it hurt: Hurt like hell!
Hurt almost as much as those first days when Mark had left her.
And so as in those first day, Pia curled herself up in the middle of her bed and sobbed out her grief, loss and hurt, longing for things to be as they once were and at a loss as to how to make that happen - especially now.
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