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After grabbing a T-shirt, boxers, and a fresh towel, we head to the bathroom where I set everything down on the counter for her. I pull out a new toothbrush I got for her the other day and lay it on top of the clothes. Leaning into her, I kiss her forehead. “I’ll wait right outside the door for you.”
As I turn to leave, she grabs my shirt. “Please don’t leave me,” she pleads. There is fear in her eyes and I wrap my arms around her.
“I’ll wait right here.”
We embrace for long minutes before Blaire breaks it, heading toward the shower and turning the water on. She plays with the hem of her shirt for a few seconds, avoiding eye contact. Reaching forward, I grab the bottom of her shirt and bring it up over her head, my eyes never leaving her. Though the thought of seeing Blaire naked has excited me since the moment I saw her, right now isn’t about that. She needs to know I’m here for her, no matter what and not just for her body.
Reaching for the button of her jeans, I stop before releasing it. “Is this okay?” The image of that piece of shit with his hands on her jeans flashes through my mind and I temper down my anger.
She covers my hands with hers and nods, helping me unbutton her jeans. Slowly, I bring them down her legs until I’m crouched down, helping her lift each leg out of them, her hands on my shoulders. After removing her jeans, I take each of her socks off and toss them to the growing pile of clothes.
She stands in front of me in nothing but a black bra and matching underwear and fuck, she is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I brush some of her long, dark hair over her shoulder and kiss the smooth, pale skin there. She shudders, reaching for my hips to help her stand.
The water is hot by now with how much steam has engulfed us. Ever so slowly, I reach behind her back and unhook her bra, keeping eye contact with my beautiful girl the entire time. She lowers her arms as the straps come down and it falls to the floor. It takes everything in me not to look down at her full breasts, but I want her to know I’m here for her. I need Blaire to see me as someone she can trust in times that she is hurt, sad, angry, or happy.
She hooks her hands into the sides of her underwear and removes the last article of clothing covering her body. My beautiful girl is standing in front of me naked and all I want to do more than anything is wrap her in my arms and protect her from the world.
Before going into the shower, she leans forward and softly places a kiss on my lips. As she walks away, I get a view of the most perfect ass and I have to think of anything besides the naked woman in my shower to tame my growing erection.
As I stand in the bathroom, thoughts of anything but her in that shower cross my mind. Our game we have coming up in two days. My grandma Jane and the giant moo moos she used to wear no matter what company she had at her house. How painful practice was this afternoon and how sore my legs are going to be tomorrow.
A sob comes from the shower and without thinking I’m across the room, ripping the shower curtain open. Blaire is sitting on the tub floor, her arms wrapped around herself and a washcloth scrubbing at the skin on her arm.
“I can’t get him off,” she cries.
Still wearing all my clothing, I go in and scoop her up. Grabbing the washcloth, I begin gently running it over her body as she cries in my lap and the water is running down on us.
“Baby, I would do anything to erase what you went through tonight. He should have never touched you like that.No manshould ever touch a woman the way he did.”
She clings to my neck and every cry that comes out of her breaks my heart.
We sit in silence, her soft cries and the sound of the water cascading around us the only noise. After washing her body, I use some shampoo and conditioner in her hair, making sure to rinse it all out. After the water starts to run cold, I know we need to get out.
Standing with Blaire cradled in my arms, I turn the water off and reach for the towel to wrap it around her. “I need you to stand here while I get my jeans and shirt off, okay?”
She nods, not taking her eyes off me.
I lift my wet shirt off me, struggling because it is clinging to my body. Blaire watches my movements. As I reach for my jeans, she follows my hands to the button at my waist. Luckily, the cold water helped some with the hard-on I was having issues with. After I’m in nothing but my black boxers, I grab my towel from the rack and wrap it around me, pulling my wet boxers down while keeping myself covered. I help Blaire get changed into the clothes I brought in, and we brush our teeth side by side before exiting and going to my bedroom.
While she gets settled in the bed, I grab a pair of sleep pants, slipping them on under the towel before discarding it on the floor.
Once changed, I pull the comforter back on my side and scoot in, bringing Blaire over to me so I can hold her. She sighs and nestles her head against my chest. I’m sure she is exhausted after the night she has had, and I hope sleep comes quickly for her.
“Sleep, baby,” I whisper into her hair. “I’ll be right here all night. Nothing will happen to you.” With that, she closes her eyes, and her body becomes heavy as her breathing steadies, and she drifts to sleep.
22
BLAIRE
Light filters in through the cracks of the blinds, leaving the room slightly lit. Beside me, Camden is still sleeping, snoring ever so lightly, which is kind of cute. He’s on his back, one arm wrapped around me and the other stretched out above his head. His chest is exposed with the blanket resting near his hips, leaving his beautiful, tanned skin on display. He truly is a work of art. Even in a relaxed state, you can see the definition of the muscles on his arms and abs. I can’t help but run my hand along his stomach, marveling at how stunning this man is and how he ismine.
Last night flashes back to me and my hand on his stomach freezes. Camden was there for me. He saw me at my worst, after almost experiencing something again that nearly killed me the first time it happened. Part of me can’t believe he would defend me in such a way and then be there soothing me the next. His right hand that is wrapped around me has open wounds on the knuckles. That makes me feel guilty. He saved me, defended me, and I want to run my fingers along his hand, but I’m worried it would hurt him.
When I was raped at sixteen years old, I had no one. Not my parents, not my so-called friends, and not any teachers for support. I felt like everybody saw me as a whore who lied because she slept with a guy she wasn’t dating.
This time, it was different. Not only did I have Camden, but Emree was there alongside Camden’s roommates and my manager, Garrett. I have people who genuinely care about me and realizing that opens a whole new set of floodgates. People I have known for such a short period of time seem to care more about me than my own family and friends I had most of my life.
Camden stirs beside me, his arm wrapped around my shoulder flexing and pulling me closer. I relish in the fact that not too long ago contact like this would scare me, especially after what happened last night. But Camden feels like safety to me. He has never once made me uncomfortable and has shown me nothing but love and care.
