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“No. Why would you think that?”
“You seem out of sorts. Nervous perhaps. Are you realising you don’t really know anything about me?”
How does he know that?
“Maybe.” I shrug, stepping into the room a little, keeping my eyes on him. He’s studying me. His blue eyes are watching my face, my every reaction, and my heart flips again.
Lifting his hand, Ty gives me two strong come here finger waves, the movement sinful in itself. I’m helpless to deny him, and I find my feet slowly stepping one in front of the other until I’m standing right before him.
“I want you to be comfortable, Kitten. So, let’s get to know each other a bit more.” His fingers link with mine, lifting them between us until his lips press to the back of my hand. I nod, watching the way his eyes remain locked on mine as his lips press to my skin. When he draws back, he tugs on my hand, pulling me forward so I have no choice but to straddle his lap on the armchair in the corner of his bedroom. He isn’t wearing a shirt, only boxers, so I can just make out the faint bruising on his chest. It’s not as bad as his face, but I don’t cringe when I see the wounds and swelling my dad inflicted. I just see a man I can’t live without.
“Are you comfortable?” Ty asks as I shift into position, and I give him another nod as I run my fingers over the shadows marring the skin of his chest. “I have an older sister. She’s married with a daughter. A spoilt daughter. My mum died when I was twenty-three from cancer. My dad lives up in Queensland in a small fishing town. He hasn’t been down to visit us in about eight years. I usually go up there every Christmas.” Ty brushes his fingers through my damp hair. “Now you?”
I’m not used to talking about stuff, mainly because I have no interest in it. I’ve always had this ‘information is power’ mindset, yet with Ty and my other guys, I feel like I want to share every memory I have, even the dark ones.
“My mum died of a drug overdose when I was 9, which turns out was a deliberate overdose administered by my bio dad, who is Brian, the very man that played ‘make Brian’s dick feel better’when I was a little girl.” I drop my eyes and suck in a breath, trying to calm the rage that builds inside my chest when I think about what Brian did. “You know my foster parents. I’ve only just started calling them, Mum and Dad… tonight is the first time in a while that I’ve called them by their name.” I clear my throat because a big, annoying lump is forming when I think about my parents. “I have an older foster sister, Charlotte, and twin foster brothers, Connor and Archie.” I glance back up at Ty to see his face soft and his eyes caring as he watches me. “Your turn.”
He grins. “I enjoy cooking. I try new recipes at least once a week. I use the gym downstairs to work out and help others reach their fitness goals. I have a small personal training side hustle. I have a house on the outskirts of Redfield that I sometimes stay at. I do a bit of hunting there. Fishing too.” He brushes his fingers along my jaw, stopping at my chin as he smiles, and I can’t help but smile in return. And blush. Let’s not forget that fucking blush. “Your turn, Kitten.”
“I’m not good at cooking, but I love to eat.” I flash him my teeth, and he chuckles. “I’m good at taking photos. I really enjoy it, actually. I try not to think about the fact that it was Brian who got me into photography and videography. He groomed me well, I guess.” I cringe and shake my head before continuing. “The only workouts I get are of a sexual nature, and I don’t have a house. Or a job. And I have no idea what I want to do once I graduate from high school… Soooo, yeah, still figuring my life out, I guess.”
“Maybe I can teach you how to cook? It can be fun cooking with someone.” I smile stupidly at Ty’s suggestion. I think I’d love to do domestic stuff with him. “Will you show me some of your photos one day soon? I’d love to see them.”
“Uh. I guess. Sure. There’s an exhibition happening at the end of the year, but you probably won’t be able to go there now, since you’re no longer a teacher.” My face falls, and I drop my chin to my chest as the reminder of how I’ve fucked his life up slaps me in the face again.
“Hey,” Ty lifts my chin back up with his fingers before cupping my face. “Don’t feel bad about that, Kitten. I made the decision to leave. I don’t, nor will I ever, regret it. It was time for me to move on, and now I’m going to focus on doing the things that I’ve always wanted to do but put off because I had to work in a job I never really connected with. It wasn’t the first time I’ve written that resignation letter. It was just the first time I decided to hand it in. Ok?”
I nod, biting the inside of my cheek as my eyes glass over, and I’m thankful when Ty continues talking so I don’t have to.
“I like to watch true crime stories and action movies. I read sometimes, and my music taste is old school. I like anything from the Beatles and Van Morrison to Cold Chisel and AC/DC.”
I giggle. “Seriously? Are you like eighty?”
He grins. “Thirty-two, and I bet I have better taste in music than you do.”
“So, you really are fifteen years older than me, hey? Doesn’t my age freak you out?”
“No, Rhys. It’s just a number. It doesn’t change the connection we have.”
My face heats at his words, and I feel strangely emotional all of a sudden, so I steer the conversation back on track.
“I like to watch porn and… porn. And I read smut, so it’s basically porn, and my music taste is epic. You’ll learn to love it.”
He grins. “I’m sure you’re going to try and help me love it. Can we go back to the porn?” My brows shoot up, and he chuckles. “Do you watch porn alone, or do you like to watch it with someone else? You know, like your boy band entourage?”
“No, I watch porn alone, thank you very much. And stop calling them that. They are men, just younger than you. They want to meet you, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. Next year, maybe.” He grins, and my face falls as my mind flits to our reality. Nervous anxiousness twists inside my chest, and Ty cups both sides of my face, locking his eyes with mine.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?”
“How can I make this right?” I whisper, feeling the weight of the ruin I’ve caused.
“Let’s not think about it tonight. We should go to bed. You must be tired.”
“Do we have to sleep? I can think of other things we can do.” I throw on a fake grin, hoping the whole ‘fake it until you make it’applies when you want to change your mood.
Ty grins, “I’m sure you can think of many other things we can do in bed, Kitten. I’ve seen you fuck. It’s always wild. I love that about you, but I’m curious. Have you ever made love?”
