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"I love a good fucking burger," I said with enthusiasm.
"Me too!" he replied, and for a moment, we found common ground despite our age difference. I quieted and he quickly noticed.
"What is it, Cat?" he asked, using the nickname that I found endearing. I didn't correct him; I liked it.
"Nothing," I replied.
"We should get some rest. I have some people to contact tomorrow," he said, grabbing our backpacks.
He led me down a long hallway and stopped at the farthest room on the left. "This one's yours," he said, opening the door to reveal a simple yet inviting bedroom with a queen-sized bed, a nightstand, an armoire, and a soft shaggy rug.
As he turned to leave, I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. "Stay here with me," I pleaded.
He looked at me with concern. "But there's another room."
"I don't care. Just stay here. I need you to stay close," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He paused for a long moment, considering my request. "I'll shift the couch over here so you can sleep there," he offered.
"No," I said firmly. "Just stayherewith me."
He looked at me from the bed and asked, "Will you still be okay with me after what I've told you?"
"I already told you I don't care about that," I replied sincerely, although I should have cared and run away as he had suggested. Instead, his confession had only piqued my interest, and I found myself drawn to him.
"You should care," he said.
"But I don't. Please stay," I begged him.
He sighed deeply and put down his backpack on the chair. I closed the door to the bedroom quietly, feeling elated.
I left him alone in the room and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the water and slowly undressed, needing a hot shower to distance myself from the man on the other side of the door. My thoughts kept circling back to him, clouding my mind like the steam fogging up the mirrors.
As I massaged my sore muscles with soap, my fingers found their way to my core, and I suppressed a moan at how sensitive I felt. Knowing that he had touched me there, had put his tongue there, made me wet with excitement rather than fear. I realized that something was truly wrong with me.
I ignoredmy desires and quickly dried myself off, brushed my teeth, and put on one of his long t-shirts I’d found in his backpack. Wearing it made me feel warm and safe.
When I walked out, his eyes fixed on me. I held my breath as his gaze roamed over my body, stopping briefly at my breasts before moving downward and lingering on my bare legs. I shifted slightly, feeling more aroused than uncomfortable as the look in his eyes darkened slightly, causing me to become wet again.
As he continued to stare at me, the air in the room grew thick with tension. I could feel his desire for me radiating off him in waves. His gaze was so intense that it felt like he was physically touching me, igniting a fire deep within me.
I shifted again, trying to control the heat building between my legs. I could see the bulge in his pants growing, and it only fueled my own desire. I wanted him to touch me, to take me right then and there, but I knew he wouldn’t.
Finally, he broke eye contact and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I let out a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I couldn't believe how much he affected me, how drawn I was to him despite the risks.
As I lay in the bed, listening to the sound of the shower, my mind wandered back to our earlier conversation. His confession had shocked me, but at the same time, it made me feel like I knew him on a deeper level. I wanted to know everything about him, every secret, every fear.
I cursed silently, closing my eyes, and letting sleep take over.
9
CATALINA
Halfway through the night,I awoke to the sensation of his arm draped over me. His familiar scent and the feel of his body against mine brought me a sense of comfort and security that I hadn't felt in a long time. For a moment, I wondered if he had come to me in my dreams, but as I turned to face him, I realized that he was truly there in my bed.
I felt vulnerable in his arms, yet desired, and it was an intoxicating feeling. To be wanted, to feel like someone actually cared about me and wanted to be around me, was a new sensation for me.
As I shifted, my backside brushing against him, he groaned my name. I felt my body respond to his touch, and I knew that I wanted more. I took his hand and lowered it to my thigh, turning to face him.
