I closed my eyes, letting the cool fabric of the sofa press against my damp hair. It had been about eight hours since Car left, and the house felt... hollow. Too big. Too quiet. Like something essential had been taken out of it.

  My chest ached in that dull, uncomfortable way that came with longing. I hated how empty I felt without her. Or maybe hated how much I noticed her absence.

  Was that bad? To feel this attached already? The thought lingered, unanswered.

  I turned my head slightly and gnced to the side. Le sat at the other end of the couch, rexed but alert out of habit, eyes fixed on the TV.

  Some loud, stupid reality show was pying—forced drama, fake arguments, exaggerated ughter. Normally I might've rolled my eyes or half-watched it. Right now, I felt nothing.

  All I could think about was Car. Her warmth. The weight of her arm around me. The way the world felt quieter and safer when she was near.

  "She'll be here soon," Le said calmly, not looking away from the screen. She must've noticed the way my face had fallen, the tension I wasn't doing a good job of hiding.

  I nodded, even though my throat felt tight. "Yeah..." I murmured, more to myself than to her.

  With a quiet sigh, I pushed myself up from the couch. My body felt heavier than it should've, like the emptiness had weight. I walked toward the kitchen, hoping movement—anything—might distract me from how much I missed her.

  "Maybe a snack..." I murmured to no one in particur as I pulled the fridge door open. Cool air spilled out, brushing against my face. Inside was everything—perfectly organized shelves, fresh fruit, expensive leftovers, things I didn't even know the names of. Too many choices for how little appetite I actually had.

  In the end, I grabbed a single apple. Light and simple. Something that didn't ask much of me.

  I shut the fridge and took a bite.

  "Christ... this shit's hard," I muttered, wincing as a sharp twinge shot through my teeth. I chewed anyway, jaw working slowly. The apple was crisp and ridiculously fresh, juice spilling over my tongue, dripping slightly down my fingers. It hurt—but it tasted good enough that I didn't care.

  I took another bite, smaller this time, and wandered closer to the windows.

  Outside, the world was swallowed in darkness—soft, clean darkness. The only light came from the moon hanging high above the mountains, silver and calm, washing the trees and hills in a pale glow. No streetlights. No city haze. No noise. Just open nd and sky.

  It was beautiful. Peaceful in a way that felt unreal.

  I leaned there quietly, apple in hand, staring out at the night, and couldn't help but think it again—Car really cooked when she chose this pce. Built it or bought it, I didn't know. Either way, it felt like a fortress carved out of silence.

  And right now... it felt way too big without her in it.

  Almost as if the universe had heard me thinking too loudly, the front door opened.

  The sound snapped me out of my thoughts instantly. My heart jumped, and before I even realized what I was doing, my feet were already moving. I ran toward the noise, bare steps echoing softly against the floor—

  —and there she was.

  Car.

  My love. My world.

  She stood just inside the doorway, shoulders tense, jacket still on, her face drawn tight with exhaustion and irritation. Her usual commanding presence was still there, but dulled, weighed down by whatever hell she'd just walked out of.

  "Car!!!" I said, my voice breaking with relief as I threw myself into her arms.

  She barely had time to react before I wrapped myself around her, and then her arms came up, strong and familiar, pulling me in tight. I pressed my face into her chest, breathing her in like I'd been holding my breath all day—which, honestly, I had.

  "Can I go with you next time?" I asked quietly, my voice muffled against her. "I feel bad when I'm alone."

  She exhaled, a long, tired breath, her chin resting briefly against the top of my head. "We can talk about that a different time," she said, her voice low and worn. "Come on..."

  She kept an arm around me as she guided me toward the living room, her steps heavy now that she didn't have to be on guard. "I'm so tired," she muttered, irritation slipping through. "So annoyed."

  I looked up at her, already thinking of a dozen ways to make it better.

  As we passed through, she lifted her voice just enough to carry. "Thanks for taking care of him, Le."

  From the couch, Le didn't even look away from the TV—just lifted her hand and gave a zy thumbs-up.

  I smiled faintly.

  "Let's go to our room," I said softly, squeezing Car's hand.

  She didn't argue. She didn't hesitate. She just nodded—and together, we went.

  "Come on, Car... I wanna make you feel better," I added, tugging her along with a small smile, trying to pull her out of whatever mood the night had left her in.

  She exhaled a weary breath, but a subtle trace of amusement lingered in the sound as she trailed behind me up the stairs.

  Soon, we were back in our room, the door clicking shut with a decisive snap, sealing off the rest of the world.

  "Lay down..." I murmured, my voice low and suggestive, as I gestured toward the bed. She complied without hesitation, stretching out across the mattress, her eyes locked on mine, waiting for what came next.

  I climbed in after her, positioning myself between her legs, my face hovering just inches from her crotch.

  My hands moved with purpose, gripping the waistband of her pants and tugging them down in one swift motion, revealing the thin fabric of her briefs beneath. "I want to suck on your cunt so fucking bad," I growled, my voice thick with hunger as I hooked my fingers into her underwear and yanked them off, tossing them aside.

  Her cunt glistened in the dim light, already drenched with arousal, the lips swollen and visibly pulsing with need.

  Each subtle twitch seemed to beg for attention, for release, for me. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating, and the faint, musky scent of her desire filled my senses, pulling me even closer.

  "Just rex, Mommy, and let your precious boy please you..." I murmured, my voice a low rumble as I lowered my head, pressing my mouth against her. My tongue darted inside, slick and eager, flicking over her clit with quick, teasing strokes before I closed my lips around it, sucking gently at first, then harder.

  Car's moan ripped through the air, deep and shuddering, her hips twitching under me. "Fuck~ that's it, Miguel," she gasped, her voice dripping with raw need.

  I didn't hold back, pping at every inch of her pussy, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot with my tongue. Her wetness coated my mouth, spilling over my lips, and I drank her in, addicted to her unique taste—salty, sweet, and utterly intoxicating.

  The wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth on her filled the room as I devoured her, making out with her cunt like it was my st meal.

  Her thighs trembled around my head, and I could feel her getting closer, her body tightening.

  "Fuck... who's my bitch?" she whispered, her voice hoarse and commanding, even through her breathless pants.

  "I am," I growled back, barely lifting my mouth from her, my words muffled against her dripping heat before diving back in, determined to push her over the edge.

  "God... this pussy is so..." I trailed off, swallowing hard as a wave of drool pooled in my mouth. My tongue worked feverishly, licking every inch I could reach, tasting every bit of her. "It's so fucking good," I muttered, my voice thick with lust, barely audible against her wet skin.

  Car's fingers tangled into my hair, gripping tight as she shoved my face deeper between her thighs. "I'm close... fuck," she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation.

  A sharp, jagged moan escaped her lips as my tongue hit a particurly sensitive spot on her clit. I zeroed in, pping at that same spot relentlessly, feeling her body jerk beneath me.

  "Good boy... good fucking boy," she gasped, her praise fueling me.

  I suckled harder on her clit, swirling my tongue in tight circles, determined to push her over the edge. I worshipped her, every inch of her pussy driving me wild. I loved her so damn much, and the way she tasted, the way she responded—fuck, it was everything.

  Her pink, glistening folds were utterly captivating, drawing me in with an insatiable hunger. I craved more, needed more.

  My hands roamed her smooth, trembling thighs, kneading the soft flesh as my tongue danced over her swollen clit, teasing and flicking with relentless precision. Her scent, her heat—it was intoxicating, driving me to push her further.

  "Cum for me, mommy... please, I want it all over my fucking face," I begged, my voice raw with desperation, whining between licks as I sucked harder, desperate to feel her unravel.

  Then, with one firm, deliberate suck on her throbbing clit, she shattered. Her release flooded over my mouth and dripped down my chin, hot and slick, the sound of her ecstatic cry echoing through the room.

  The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft, silvery glow over our tangled bodies, illuminating every curve and bead of sweat on her skin.

  "Fuck! This... this shit's so damn good," Car gasped, her voice trembling as her body shuddered. I pped at her eagerly, cleaning every drop from her quivering core, savoring the sweet, tangy taste.

  I wiped my eyes with my finger, a smirk tugging at my lips—I wasn't about to risk pink eye, no matter how lost I was in the moment.

  "Christ, Car, you taste fucking incredible," I murmured, my breath hot against her still-sensitive skin as I gazed up at her flushed, panting form.

  I cuddled closer against her, my cheek resting against her chest, listening as her breathing slowly evened out beneath me. The tension that had weighed her down all night was finally gone, repced by calm, steady warmth.

  "Did I do good?" I murmured quietly, my voice slightly muffled against her skin.

  Her arm tightened around me, protective and sure, her fingers brushing gently through my hair. "You did more than good," she said softly, her voice low and sincere. "You did amazingly."

  The words settled deep in my chest, spreading warmth through me, easing doubts I didn't even realize I was holding onto. Being enough for her—making her feel better—meant everything.

  I let out a small, content breath, my body finally rexing completely in her embrace. "Goodnight, Car," I whispered, my eyes fluttering shut.

  "Goodnight, my Miguel," she replied just as quietly.

  Wrapped in each other, with the world far away and nothing left to worry about, the night gently came to an end.

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