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”Because,” he replied simply, his voice low, croaky. ”You’re the only person in my entire life that has made me lose my head like that.”
”I’m not a threat to you,” I said. ”I’m a prisoner. You kidnapped me, remember?”
”No. I’m your prisoner. I was your prisoner from the first moment I saw you. If you can’t see that, then you’re a fool.”
I wanted to reach out and touch him. Put my hand on his mouth and kiss him until my lips ached, until I couldn’t feel anything or think anything anymore. I just wanted him. But I was taking this slow, and if I pushed him now, I knew he would push me away.
I didn’t know if those were just pretty words, but fuck, I really wanted to believe him.
”Now, if my prisoner is done talking, I think it’s time she got some sleep,” he said, breaking the silence. ”Is that okay?”
I nodded, and he walked me towards the house. I was surprised at how much he trusted me. He could’ve tied me up or locked me up or even kept me in the car, but he didn’t. He handed me a blanket and a pillow and told me to take the bed.
I wanted to ask him to stay with me, to sleep next to me and hold me all night, but I didn’t. I was still embarrassed at how everything had gone down. I hadn’t let go like that in so long, after all. I wasn’t sure how he would react if I said something like that to him. He might think I was clingy, or desperate. The sheets were squares of maroon fabric stitched together, and the bed was surrounded by a thick furry blanket. There was a large mirror in the ceiling, right above the bed, which I thought was strange and weirdly, kind of hot.
The bedding smelled of lavender and a musky scent, like he did. It was a smell I couldn’t place at first, not until I got into bed, something fresh and not flowery; not sharp, but deep.
The sheets were soft as silk against my fingertips, and they were cool against my hot cheeks. I touched the headboard, running my hand along the carved curves and the detailed lines. From the way HQ looked, I could tell that they had a lot of money, but this was something beyond that. I'd always known Teo was particular, but I could guess straightaway that the furniture was bespoke.
He knocked on the door, which was ajar.
”It's your house,” I said. ”You can come in whenever you want.”
He approached me. He'd changed out of his date clothes and into a white pajama shirt that was practically translucent, nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs underneath. It didn’t leave much to the imagination; the outline of his cock was huge, and incredibly distracting. I fantasized about hearing his slow panting in my ear as he pressed himself on me and kissed me everywhere, my gaze stuck on the boxers.
”I’m up here,” he said, sounding amused.
I felt my cheeks redden as I picked my head up to look into his eyes. ”Sorry, I…”
”Don’t worry about it; I’m flattered,” he laughed, then handed me a glass of water. ”I didn’t want to intrude, just thought you might be thirsty.”
I hadn’t even noticed that he was carrying that with him. When he handed it to me, he got close–very close, to the point where I could see the splashes of hazel and green in his irises. Our fingers touched for a second as I grabbed the glass, ice clinking against the sides.
”Thank you,” I said, taking a sip. ”Are you sure you want to sleep on the sofa? There’s plenty of room here.”
”I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
”We don’t have to touch each other,” I said. ”It can be a totally innocent sleepover.”
”I can’t control myself around you,” he replied. ”If you make me sleep in the same bed, I’m going to spend all night kissing you.”
I wanted to ask him if that was a bad thing, but I knew that it probably was. It didn’t seem like a great idea to ask him to stay, even though I really wanted him to. He slid his gaze up my body, toward my eyes. ”You can’t sleep in that,” he said. ”You can use any of my shirts or whatever.”
”Any?”
”Sure,” he said. ”Whatever you find comfortable.”
For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. He leaned forward, his gaze darting between my lips and my eyes, and then he sighed heavily as he pulled away from me. ”Sleep well, Sofia,” he said.
Before he said anything else, he stood up and walked out of the room. He closed the door behind himself and I heard him puttering around outside, but I didn’t dare walk out there. He’d made it clear that this wasn’t going to happen, and I didn’t want things to get even more awkward between us.
Why had I kissed him? What the fuck was wrong with me? I finished the glass of water he had brought me, shimmied out of the tight dress I was wearing, and kicked my shoes off. My underwear was soaking wet and I needed to find something–anything else–to wear. Teo had told me I could look everywhere, so that was exactly what I did.
I was practically naked in his room when I opened his top drawer to look for a shirt and some spare boxer shorts I could wear. Instead, I found a neatly organized drawer with what seemed like little mementos, pictures on top of plastic containers. I knew I shouldn’t have snooped, but it struck me as sweet.
I couldn’t resist taking a closer look. One of the pictures was of Teo as a baby, his face squished and red as he wailed into the camera. Another was of him as a young boy, grinning toothily with a missing front tooth. Then, there were several pictures of him as a teenager, looking broody and serious.
And then the pictures changed.
