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After a few moments of silence, I look up at him. He holds me and my hand leaves his chest to hold his cheek. I lean in, gently brushing my lips against his, but quickly pull back.
He looks into my eyes briefly before putting his hand onto my cheek and bringing my head back in. He passionately kisses me as I kiss him back.
It’s not heated or giving me a fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach, but it’s comforting. I know his heart lies with the memory of his young love, his baby’s mother, and after the confusing emotions around King, this just feels right to explore.
The whistle announcing shower time interrupts us and he winks at me, the cheerful Puck back. He grabs my hand, pulling me up with him as he leads us to the showers again.
Once in the shower block,we stick to the same routine as yesterday, except I let Puck go first so I don’t use his towel again. I stand facing the wall to avoid looking at anything that will make me heave, excluding Puck, but thinking about the bulge I saw growing in King’s pants yesterday, I start to squirm.
I roll my head from shoulder to shoulder to try and clear the thought of Puck standing there without his trousers on. Curiosity gets the better of me and I turn my head slightly to take a peek at Puck as he showers. He washes his face under the spray and my eyes travel lower over his rock-hard abs before landing between his legs.
I’m not attracted to Puck like that, but looking at a naked man is just bringing inappropriate thoughts of King. Would his body look like this? Ripped and muscled? Would he bethatbig?
After staring for way too long, I notice how still Puck’s standing and my eyes dart back to his face. He’s smiling at me, an eyebrow raised in amusement.
“Like what you see?” He winks.
I blush and smile before turning back to the wall. God, I can’t believe I just got caught. Small flutters of butterflies fly rapidly in my stomach at the embarrassment.
Once the shower stops, he dries himself off and ties the towel around his waist. He grabs mine off the hook and makes the same barrier as he did for me yesterday.
I take off my jumpsuit and turn the water on, then place myself under the spray, a little used to the coldness now. A crazy thought runs through my mind as I look at Puck’s lean back before tapping him on the shoulder. He turns his head slightly, pinning his eyes right on mine.
“It’s only fair right?” I smile, opening my arms. Puck laughs before shrugging his shoulders and changing his position to face me. I’m not sure where the sudden burst of confidence came from, but it’s not like that between us. Besides, the attention feels nice.
So I shower under his watchful gaze, conscious of my scarred arms but not afraid to hide them, watching him follow my hands as I wash myself. Every now and then, we both laugh with each other at the ridiculous situation we’ve found ourselves in.
“Well, if you’d told me I’d be doing this a week ago…” He winks as I swat him on the arm. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it feels right. I don’t think of Puck the way I think of King and he doesn’t make me feel the way King made me feel yesterday, but he’s the closest thing I’ve got and I’m keeping it that way.
9
KING
I couldn’t seemto leave the prison. Knowing she was in there, alone and partly vulnerable, kept me here. A sadistic part of me was turned on by the thoughts of her fear and panic but another part of me worried that I’d left her here in the first place. She has wedged herself into my mind and won’t budge. She’s slowly becoming an obsession.
Dax keeps protesting about having to stay and work, wanting to get back home, but I can’t find it in me to leave. The Districts fall on me now that Carlo’s dead. I can’t run it from inside these walls no matter how much I want to.
It’s midnight and I’m just wrapping it up, convincing myself to leave because she’s locked in her cell now anyway, when Dax comes through the door, silently collecting his coat.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask, knowing he is as he’s been waiting for me for the last few hours.
“Yeah, all good,” he says, shrugging his arms into his coat. “I heard our new little prisoner put on a little show in the showers today.” He says it casually, fixing his collar.
I freeze on the spot, with only one arm in my blazer, and if looks could kill, Dax would be on the ground.
“Excuse me?” I question, the anger boiling up to the surface at the thought of all of the lowlifes in there watching Theo shower, getting to enjoy a front row seat to her curved body and round breasts, all wet and soapy.
“Easy, cuz, Puck was holding the towel around her again. He was just facing her. Guards said he was watching her the whole time she showered, both of them laughing together.” Dax thinks he’s settling my anger by reassuring me it was in fact Puck with that front row seat, but he’s only intensifying it.
“That little prick,” I spit, shrugging my blazer back off my arm and storming for the door.
“King, leave it. What’s it to you?” Dax protests at my tantrum.
“Wait for me,” I shout as I leave the room. Dax sighs loudly at my retreating back.
My blood boils as I think of Puck’s eyes trailing all over Theo’s body. When I asked him to keep an eye on her, I didn’t meanliterally.
I slam my way through doors, trying not to make too much noise but not having the restraint to be quiet as I make my way to Theo’s cell. I glance into Puck’s as I pass, seeing him asleep on his mattress, and I ball my hands into fists.
