Page 10 of Loved By the Gargoyle

Together.

I awaited Xavir’s letter the next day, but it never came. Like clockwork, his letters always showed up, and even though I waited well into the night, it never arrived at my door.

There was a panic that came with that fact. I couldn’t help the negativity grasping for me, telling me that I’d ruined it all by asking to meet. I’d frightened him with my eagerness and now he was pulling back and away from me. He wanted nothing to do with me.

And that was his right, yet…

It hurt.

My chest was tight all day. Every time I waited for a letter that never came. Every time I opened the door to find it empty of little slips of paper…

I was sad in a way that I hadn’t been in such a long time.

My fingers itched with the urge to write to him again, to ask if he was mad at me. But if he didn’t write back, that meant he didn’t want to hear from me, right? And if I wrote to him knowing that, I’d be breaking a boundary…

At a complete loss, I had nothing to do except stew in my anxiety and stress-eat cha siu bao throughout the day. When they did nothing but give me a slight bit of nausea, I forced myself to stop and lost myself in my music. My fingers slid across rough chords, my neck aching as I turned my heartache into its own little soundtrack, playing and jotting down notes, and then playing again. It was only when my roughened fingers began to crack, threatening to bleed, that I finally put the instrument away.

The call of my dreams eventually enticed me and with an exhausted body and mind, I slipped into bed, trying not to think about him.

It felt useless, though. I tossed and turned, until sleep finally claimed me…

The dream was the same as the night before. It started with the shadows slowly morphing into hands that slid over my body, exploring every little piece of me. A faceless man watched down from the ceiling, but in my heart, I knew who it was.

“Xavir…” His name left my lips like the wisp of smoke curling from the tip of a burning incense. Those hands gripped me tighter as I uttered it, explored across my skin like they wanted to consume me and were afraid of losing me at the same time.

“I’m yours,” I sighed. This felt real, too real and too good, and I couldn’t stop moving into the touch and wanting more of it. “I’m yours, Xavir.”

It was just a dream, but the sadness I’d felt before was nowhere to be found. In dreams, anything could happen. In dreams, I could have whatever I wanted.

And I wanted him.

This mysterious stranger who had captivated me with his words and with pen and paper.

His hands, nothing but shadowy figments of my own imagination, slid across every inch of me. I leaned into it, desperate to hold onto anything, anything, that he was willing to give me.

When phantom fingers slipped into my sleep shorts, I welcomed the touch against my aching pussy. Wanton, my hips sought friction, but it was only a whisper, and not nearly enough. So I searched for more, moving against the lightest of grazes, faster and faster until it was enough to detonate me from the inside out.

I exploded with a cry, Xavir’s name on my lips, and the orgasm awoke me from the delicious, erotic dream that had consumed me. The orgasm chased my consciousness once again, an echo of what had happened the night before.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stared up at my ceiling. At the darkness. My window was open, though I remember closing it before bed.

Outside, a truck rumbled by on the street, bright lights flashing and illuminating my bedroom for a brief second. It was just a flash. A small tease…

And yet…

I saw it.

A figure hovering above my ceiling, shrouded in shadows.

The face of something I’d never seen before.

The face of a monster with sharp teeth and a blue-black tongue that was forked at the end. Marble black eyes with no color, no whites, no pupils, glared down at me.

My breath caught in my throat, fear tightening my tongue. I couldn’t speak. I was too afraid to say a word, even as the lights dimmed and the creature disappeared from view completely.

I hadn’t imagined it.

That hadn’t been the vestiges of a dream morphing into real life. It had been real. I knew it was there. I could suddenly feel the presence so keenly that my arms broke out in goosebumps and a frightening cold swept over my body.