262. Facts Straight

~ JESSE ~

I lay on the bed, still curled up in case the pain came back, staring at the wall.

I hadn’t moved since I’d felt the rush of his orgasm. That froze me, because I knew what it meant, and even though the pain began to ease after that, I was left waiting for the mountain to crash down and bury me.

Because the moment after he’d had that rush, the bond had gone utterly dead.

In the final injustice, for a time before he reached his peak, I had thought just maybe something was changing. That maybe he’d heard me. I’d found hope, even in the pain, when it seemed like I reached him. I hadn’t been able to hear him, but I felt him—as if, in that dark chasm of his heart, the sense of him was floating to me on the very wind that stole