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The tension between us lays heavy when we get inside the apartment, especially with the silence. She places the groceries down on the kitchen island and her eyes flit to the door across the room. I see the fleeting look of fear enter her eyes before she speed walks back to the door and checks the latch has engaged fully. She then systematically starts to lock each of the four heavy locks which are a new addition. They definitely weren’t there last week. I lean back against the table as I wobble slightly, feeling a bit off balance. I watch her go through what is clearly her ritual to feel safe. Her body is wound like a coiled spring, tight and ready to explode at any moment while she bounces on her toes. She sighs once she confirms that she is locked in fully.
Why the hell does she have all these locks? What the fuck has gone on in her life to warrant all of this? She walks over to the window and peeks around the curtain, looking outside to the street below. Her eyes scour the people that pass by on a mission. Her eyes flit up and down the street as though she’s looking for something out of place or someone in particular. Eventually her shoulders relax, and a visible shudder runs through her body. I cough to get her attention and watch her spin around, her eyes wide in fear before they instantly turn to embarrassment.
“You forgot I was here Blaire, didn’t you?” I whisper.
“D... d… don’t be silly, of course not,” she stutters. “I was just locking up. You can’t be too careful, you know.”
I don’t say anything. I just watch her walk over to a cupboard. Blaire reaches up on tiptoes into the top cupboard. Her blouse rises and even with the ache in my temples, the tan layer of her golden midriff showing makes my mouth water and cock start to lengthen. Fuck, she's gorgeous, even if she's a bit crazy. She brings over a first aid kit, opens it up, takes out some antiseptic and starts to clean next to my eyebrow, making me wince as I reach up and touch it.
“I should put a butterfly on it,” she says, and drops her head down.
“I think so, baby. Are you enjoying playing EMT?” I curl my thumb and forefinger under her chin and lift upwards, so her eyes meet mine. “Blaire… it's okay. It’s just a joke. Baby, you just reacted to the unknown, it’s okay. I’m okay, see?” I smile widely at her. “I just had to see you.”
“Why?” she asks in surprise.
“Because I can’t get you out of my head, baby. You’re all I can think about. I left you my number but didn’t get yours. You captivated me and as yet, haven’t even text or called me.” I stuck out my lip to show my disappointment and lighten the mood.
“Mmhmm, that's true,” she says. As she holds her hand out, she cocks her head to the side. “Give it here, or do I need to come and get that cell?”
“Oh, I wouldn't refuse some help.” I lean back on the sofa and pat my pants pocket. “That's if you want to?”
“Oh, I want to…”
Blaire runs her hands down my chest and gives me a wink just as she leans over and shows me the butterfly strip in her fingers. Her breasts spill out toward my face as I place her knees either side of my thighs and allow her ass to sit back on my knees to straddle my lap. I hold the butterfly strip in her hand and gently allow her to place it to my skin, alongside a sweep of her lips. “I didn't mean to.”
“I know, baby. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to,” I reply, running my forefinger down her cheek.
“Thank you.” She pulls my finger into her mouth and swirls it around, sucking and licking it, teasing me until she allows it to drop from her mouth with a pop and a greedy grin as her eyes darken. “Unfortunately, the patient is ill, so he'll have to wait for the full package.” She runs her hands down her breasts to her hips before she rolls her hips once against my now rock-hard member.
“Fuck me, Blaire. You really are a temptress,” I hiss. She pulls out my cell and inches back to stand and starts to type her digits in. “But you know what? It makes my cock so hard for you, baby.”
A slight pink blush starts to grace her cheeks, which I can't ignore. I sit forward, reach for her arm, and pull myself to stand, before I move her hair over her shoulder and reach for the nape of her neck. Her curves mold into mine like we were meant to be.
I came to talk, to get the answers to the questions in my restless mind, but other things have taken control of my brain instead. A knock to the head and a rush of blood to my cock would do that, but now things are starting to refocus.
“It doesn't mean I can't taste these though, does it?” I ask, while I run my thumb across her lip and pull it down
“Good, because I'm desperate for you,” she whispers.
I smash my lips hard against hers. A moan escapes her lips as my hand runs through her hair, before travelling down her body and grasping her hip, closing every inch between us. I let my tongue duel against hers. Our breathing becomes heavy and ragged, while Blaire twists the fine hairs at the nape of my neck.
“Fuck me.” As I pull back from her lips, her hand instantly touches where my mouth has been.
“I wish… but you need to get better.”
“I know, plus, I need to ask you something,” I say solemnly. My arms wrap tightly around her while she nestles her head into my neck. Her breathing is warm and steady as I take a deep breath. “Blaire, did you know?”
“Know what, Aiden?” Her body pulls back from mine as her gaze scans across my face in confusion.
“Did you know Jake's my best friend?”
“Of course not, did you know I was his sister? I mean, Blaire is an unusual name, how did you not know I was his sister; has he not spoke of me before?” she questions. Her hands bunch into fists as she scowls with blazing eyes.
I take a step forward and place my finger over her lips to quieten her, but she deflects me in a fit of rage.
She looks angry at me but as our eyes meet, I can see the fire in her eyes simmer. I know she has been hurt in the past – and badly – but I had to make her see that I would never be one of those people who would cause her heartbreak.
An apologetic expression graces her face but I don’t want or need apologies. All I want is for her to want to be here with me; as much as I wanted to be with her.
