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Castaway {ACOTAR/Chapter 12}

Word Count: 3,534

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: Y’all’s comments give me life. Thank you for reading, and I hope you continue to enjoy. :)


Originally posted by ofallingstar

Three weeks ago.

He was on the edge, his heart racing, his body covered in sweat as it slid lovingly along hers. He hadn’t felt that way in a long time, hadn’t felt the rush, the adrenaline, the bliss from making love to a beautiful woman that he truly cared about.

His hips thrust into hers a final time, as she called out his name, as a broken moan tumbled out of his own lips.

Something didn’t feel right, though. In a panic, he pulled out.

But he was too late.

It had broken.

“What happened?” she asked, her drunken eyes becoming clearer with every minute.

He shook his head, as realization shone in her eyes.

“Shit,” she mumbled.

“Sorry,” he whispered, although it wasn’t his fault, with a curse of his own.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds in tense silence before she grabbed him by his face, and shoved her lips against his, again.

Damn the whiskey.

 


 

It had been three weeks. It had been three weeks since they had slept together for the first time, had been three weeks since Azriel had confessed his love to Elain.

He didn’t feel like it was real.

He felt like he was living in a dream.

Even now, as they lied together in his apartment, her eyes still closed, her breathing even. She was beautiful. In every sense of the word.

She was exhausted. She had a long week at the boutique, and although he had come to help after work when he could, she was doing most of the work herself.

He admired her for that. And for a hundred other things.

Careful not to wake her, Azriel swung his legs over the side of his mattress and strutted toward the bathroom. After a scolding shower, he tied his towel around his waist and made way to the kitchen.

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