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His eyes lock onto mine, and the air between us crackles with energy. Before I can even blink, his fingertips are tracing my face tenderly before our lips meet. His kiss is electric, a surge of warmth that courses down my spine like lightning. All that matters now is the perfect pressure of his lips against mine as if we were made to fit together.
I cling to his body with every ounce of strength I can muster. His hands slide possessively down my back as our kiss deepens, and my heart races in anticipation. I'm lost in the sensation of his lips moving against mine, and it feels like time has stopped. Every nerve in my body is alive with electricity as we explore each other’s mouths, our breaths mingling together in a passionate embrace. Everything else melts away until nothing remains but us and this moment of pure pleasure. This is unlike any kiss I've ever had before; his lips create an inferno within me that threatens to consume me whole. With each passing second, the intensity grows, consuming my mind and soul until there's nothing left but him.
The front door chimed, breaking the contact between us, and he took a step back.
I instantly missed the warmth of his lips on mine.
It was the mailman, Lennie.
“Hi, Ava. Good to see you. I have some mail for you.”
I fought to catch my breath and cleared my throat, pretending I wasn’t just making out with James before Lennie came in. If Lennie saw anything, he didn’t say anything.
“Thank you, Lennie.” I accept the bundle of mail from him, and James starts laughing next to me.
“Have a good day.”
“You too, Lennie.” I chirped.
Heat flooded my face, the skin on my lips felt swollen and sensitized. I stood there in front of him. My eyes were hazy with desire, and he smiled at me, running his hand down my arm so that a shiver ran through me.
I laughed and pushed him away with a teasing smile. He danced away, holding his hands up defensively. I flipped through the envelopes reading each label.
Power bill.
Junk.
Water bill.
Envelope with mynameon it.
No return address.
I tremble as I rip open the envelope, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment I pull out the Polaroid from inside, a chill courses through me, and I freeze.
The horrific image stares back at me, one of me chained to a bed, naked—with his semen covering my face. At the bottom of the photo is a single word scrawled in a menacing script.
Mine.
My stomach lurches, and my knees buckle.
“Ava, what is it?” James’ voice surges through me, penetrating the fog that has clouded my mind. He snatches the photo out of my hand and grips it tightly, his face full of anger, before yanking me towards the back office and locking us inside.
He gently sits me down in my chair. I sink into the soft cushions. He kneels in front of me and places his hands on either side of my face, thumbs on my cheeks, fingertips resting against my temples. His touch is tender and kind. My eyes fill with tears as I see him: his hands, lips, shoulders. Darkness crawls across my vision and leaks out over the borders like it's waiting for something.
“Everett, check the parameter and her car now,” he instructs over his cell phone, never letting his eyes leave mine. “He sent something in the mail to her. I don’t want any more surprises.”
He notices my discomfort and leans forward, brushing his lips against my forehead. His breath tickles my skin and makes me shiver. I close my eyes and inhale his scent - a mixture of mahogany and evergreen, a smell that comforts me. He whispers soothing words, telling me everything is okay and that he is going to protect me. His voice is soft and calming, like a gentle breeze on a summer night. I feel my body loosen, and my muscles relax under his touch.
As I open my eyes, I see him gazing closely at me. His eyes are dark and intense, filled with an emotion that I cannot decipher. He leans forward, his lips moving closer to mine, and I feel my heart skip a beat. My mind tells me to stop, but my body responds to his touch, yearning for more.He kisses me tenderly, his lips moving slowly against mine. I feel a surge of pleasure coursing through my body. His hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer, and I am grateful for the distraction. For the comfort of his touch while my world is spinning.
He pulls his lips away from mine, the heat between us still heavy in the air. His eyes filled with remorse, and he gruffly whispered, “Ava, I am sorry. I should have looked at the mail sooner. I fucked up.”
I give him a slight nod, my mind whirling with confusion and fear.
“All clear, boss,” Everett squawks over the radio after several minutes,
“We are heading out. Team two sweep and lock her store, and team one follow closely behind us."
