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He inched closer, his hot breath fanning the side of my face. “I know there’s a passionate little sex kitten inside of you, pet, and I don’t care how long it takes either. Iwillfind her.”
Quickly grabbing my milkshake, I stuck the straw between my lips and sucked in hard pulls. I needed the drink to cool me off because as shy and timid as I was, he was right. She was inside me. Somewhere. I had hidden her to keep her safe until she found the right person to bring her out safely again. I longed for that part of myself. The part that didn’t care. The part that went through life with my head held high. I missed the confidence I once felt before it was stolen from me. She was strong, carefree, and knew what she liked in bed. I had always enjoyed being controlled but when that little known fact got into the wrong hands, it was used against me.
Cyrus’s eyes burned into the side of my head as he drank his own milkshake.
The longer time went on where he didn’t say anything, it was like his eyes seared into me even more.
I eventually couldn’t take it anymore and a huff left me.What?
Cyrus smirked but didn’t say anything and continued sipping his milkshake.
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. I never had this before. This flirting back and forth. This need to be around someone. Cyrus calmed me in ways I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to explain to him.
Taking a bite of the pie, the cherry flavor exploded on my tongue, forcing an unexpected moan from the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Cyrus whispered.
My eyes widened at my slip up. I coughed, going back to eating and trying to distract myself.
“Ainsley.”
My head whipped around at the barked command of my name.
“Do not be embarrassed over getting any sort of reaction from me. One, it’s been a while. Two, you’re beyond beautiful. Stunning in fact. And three?” A cheeky grin spread on his handsome face. “You’re such a good girl, that I wouldn’t want to do anything to taint that part of you, but I also know that there’s another part who wants to come out and play.” He tilted his head. “Isn’t there?”
I swallowed hard at the power rolling off of him and slowly nodded.
“It’s been a while for you too,” he said gently, the humor no longer there.
I looked away, shoveling another forkful of pie into my mouth. But this time, the sweet flavor was no longer there. It tasted bitter, much like the emotions rushing through me.
We ate the rest of the pie in silence, but I could feel Cyrus looking at me every so often. When I was done my piece along with my milkshake, I picked up my phone.
Me: It has been a long while for me, Cyrus, but I want to start over. I need a fresh start. I’ve been living in the past for a few years now and I need to change that. But I don’t know how to make that happen.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed send and waited.
Cyrus’s phone chimed. He pulled it out of his pocket, reading the text I sent him. When he was done, he placed it back in his pocket and signaled for the check.
My stomach tumbled. He was obviously done with me. Maybe he realized that I was too broken for him. He deserved more anyway but I had hoped that he wouldn’t have been like the other guys I had come across prior to my time in captivity. Not that I had much experience in that area, but I still thought he could be different.
Maybetheywere right. Maybetheyhad been right all along. I would forever be alone, no matter how much I didn’t want to be.
Once the waitress came over, Cyrus paid for our food and drinks. When she left, he slid out of the booth and reached out a hand.
I looked up at him then, but he never met my gaze. A shaky breath left me as I slipped my fingers in his. I would not cry. I refused to cry. So many tears had been shed already over the years, there would be no point in crying over this anyway. It wasn’t like Cyrus and I knew each other really. But I liked him. God did I ever like him.
He helped me out of the booth, only because he was a gentleman and didn’t want to cause a scene, I was sure.
We left the restaurant, hand in hand.
When we stepped outside, I pulled my hand from his and hugged my arms around myself. I just wanted to go home, take a long hot bath, and forget this night. Cyrus clearly didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, since he never responded to my text.
We walked to his car, the wind whipping around me, sending a shiver down my spine.
Once we reached his car, he opened the passenger door for me. I slipped into the vehicle and waited for him to join me.
When he sat in the driver’s seat, we still didn’t say anything to each other. Was he mad that I didn’t talk? He knew after a few short minutes of meeting me that I didn’t speak. Was that finally bothering him now? Did he think at first that he could handle it but realized now that he actually couldn’t?
