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I pulled my hair to the side, giving him better access.
“Trust me, pet,” he whispered.
I wanted to. God, did I ever want to. But I needed time. A lot of time. I was never told when it would be too soon to move on from my trauma and the shit that happened to me. Everyone was different. I could only take it one day at a time. Cyrus said he was patient but there was no way in hell he would wait. Not forever. It wouldn’t be fair of me to ask that of him.
“What are you thinking about?” Cyrus asked, handing me his phone. “Type it out,” he said, opening up the notepad app on his phone.
I took the phone from him as his hands massaged my shoulders and the back of my neck. I stared at the blank screen, not knowing what to type.
“Tell me how you feel,” he said as if he could read my thoughts. His fingers continued pushing and kneading my muscles, sending a flush of heat washing over me.
Good. That feels good.
A soft moan left me.
“What are you doing today?” he asked, his voice husky.
I have to go to the center. I’m teaching an ASL class. I’m also teaching them that they don’t have to talk until they’re ready.
I wasn’t a therapist by any means, but I had experience. I considered taking some courses online and maybe one day I would, but for now I was happy just doing what I could at the moment.
“Is it hard teaching them when you don’t speak yourself?”
It can be but I have an assistant who understands ASL as well, so that helps.
“I’m glad she’s there to help you.”
My fingers hesitated over the small screen before I began typing again.
He. My assistant is a guy.
Cyrus stiffened behind me, the sudden wave of jealousy coming from him, slamming into me.
“He, pet?” Cyrus repeated, his voice gruff. “What’s his name?”
Cheesy. I don’t know his real name but he’s nic—
“Cheesy?” Cyrus snatched the phone from me and shoved to his feet. “You got some explaining to do, boy,” he told whoever was on the other end of the phone. “How do you know Ainsley Cloet?”
I never had a man become jealous over me being close with another guy. Cheesy and I had become friends. He was young and I looked at him like a little brother. Whatever Cyrus was worried about or was jealous over, didn’t make sense.
Cyrus’s dark eyes met mine. “You friends?” he asked who I could only assume was Cheesy on the other end of the phone. “That it?” He waited. “Good. Keep it that way.” He hung up and came toward me at the same time I rose to my feet.
Listen, whatever you think is going on, isn’t. He was vetted by the owners of the center. I don’t think they would hire just some random guy. So, I don’t appreciate you accusing me of shit when I haven’t done anything. It’s not like you and I have put a label on this either. We’ve never said that we’re exclusive or committed to each other, Cyrus. You’ve asked me on one date and kissed me a few times. But it’s nothing more than that.
“Slower, babe.” He frowned. “I can’t catch everything when you go fast.”
I huffed, throwing my hands up in the air and went to storm past him when he caught my arm.
Cyrus spun me around.
I don’t like this jealousy rolling off of you, Cyrus.
“Fuck, Ainsley. Slow down.”
I shoved him away, glaring at him.
“Keep your dirty looks to yourself, pet. Maybe if you actually spoke, we’d be able to communicate better.”
