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“Campbell.” She says as she wraps her thin arms tighter around my neck.
She’s smaller than I remember, maybe only 5’2” and one hundred pounds. She’s still beautiful with a round face and long brown hair that’s tangled around her face. Her hair is longer too, hanging down to her waist and I do my best to not tug on it as I carry her. I look down and see her small tits are practically visible in her thin shift dress. Her little nipples are pebbled and poking against the fabric.
I clear my throat as I look away and my eyes scan down as I take in the rest of her tiny scrap of a dress that barely covers her pussy. It’s riding up now as she’s cradled in my arm and is pooled around the tops of her thighs. I can just see the edges of her plain white panties and I can feel her bare thighs where I’m cradling her and my dick hardens in my jeans.
I look away quickly, not wanting to get carried away and scare my girl. My eyes continue down her legs over the mud caked calves and down to her little toes. I can already see scratches on her knees and feet and I make my way towards the bathroom so that I can get her cleaned and bandaged up.
I make my way down the hallway and into my room. I carry Salem into the bathroom and set her on the little sink, stepping back and moving around the small space. I turn the bath water on and check the temperature, making sure it’s not too hot, before I walk back over to her.
“We need to get you cleaned up so that I can take care of these cuts.” I say.
She just nods before she wiggles around on the counter. I step forward thinking that she needs help getting down but she surprises me by pulling her dress up and over. I jerk back and around so fast that I smack my head off the door frame.Jesus Christ.I rub my head as I stand facing away from the bathroom. I hear Salem step into the bathtub and I slowly turn back around.
My eyes land on her dirty dress and little white panties lying in a pile on the floor. I follow the trail of mud to the bathtub and swallow as I take in the angel sitting in it. I swallow as my eyes dart anywhere but at her. My cock is hungry to devour the sight of her wet naked body but I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable around me. I rack my brain for something to say.
“Happy birthday.” I whisper. Her eyes snap to mine, surprise widening them.
“You remembered?”
“I remember everything about you, Salem.”
I want to tell her that I circle the date in every calendar that I’ve ever had. I used to bring her little presents on her birthday and I still have the one I got her last year but was never able to give her. Her father had stopped her from seeing me by then. Her eyes look away from mine and down to the mud on the floor.I wonder if I should grab the present now.
“Sorry.” She whispers and my eyes snap to hers.
“For what?”
“Putting you in this situation. The mess.” She says looking to the floor. “I promise I’ll clean it up before I leave.”
“Leave?” Panic sets in when I think about my girl leaving me. I just got her back. I can’t lose her again.
She blinks up at me with her mouth hanging open.
“I-”
She’s interrupted by a knock at the door and her eyes widen. I put my finger to my mouth, motioning for her to be quiet. She nods and I make my way to the front door. Picking up Salem’s duffle bag that must have fallen when we came in and setting it behind the door. I look out the window and see her father standing on my front porch.
I take a deep breath before I unlock the door and pull it open. I’m ready to stake my claim, to fight him for Salem if it’s necessary. I glare at him as I swing the door open. There’s no way this asshole is getting anywhere near my princess. Not while I’m around.
Chapter Three
Salem
I wash off quickly in the bathtub, using Campbell’s soap to clean off. I love having his scent on me. I drain the tub and wrap a towel around my body. I lean over the tub, trying my best to rinse out the dirt on the bottom before I grab a washcloth and start on the floor. I clean up as much of the dirt as I can. I’m still on my hands and knees when Campbell comes back into the bathroom.
“He’s gone, princess.” He says as I stand to my feet.
He’s got my duffle bag in his hand and I walk over to him to take it. I pull out my favorite dress, pulling it on as I let the towel drop from my body. I hear Campbell’s sharp inhale of breath and I tug the dress over my head, looking up at him to see him swallowing hard and looking down my body. My eyes follow his and I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“What?” I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He says, his eyes meeting mine.
I zip my duffle bag up before I hop up on the sink next to it. I look down at my knees and feet. The cuts aren’t deep but I can see that they’re starting to bleed again.
“I’ll probably just need a few bandages.” I say, looking back up at him.
His eyes are back to staring at my legs.
