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"Who are you?" I yell out, but I don't get any additional responses. Maybe the voices were actually in my head, and I imagined it. I keep walking, occasionally changing directions, trying to pass the time.
Kyler taking me up to the pool was one of the worst things he could have done. I was fine living down here, not knowing how much time has passed or thinking about the outside world. Ever since being up there and coming back down here, the darkness in this room feels so much darker. These walls feel like they're closing in on me. I miss human interaction. It's all feeling eerily familiar to the darkness of my father. I don't like the person I am becoming due to this seclusion. I pride myself on always being strong and capable of handling anything, but right now, I have doubts. This is the first time I've had to prove that strength, and here I am, starting to crumble under the pressure after only one week.
The lights click off, and my thoughts drift to Kyler as I walk over to the bed and lie down. He makes me feel more alive than I have in a long time. The last time I felt a pull this strong was when I was with Maxton.
My dreams take me back to one of the nights Maxton and I snuck out to look at the stars. He showed up with a whole picnic basket filled with different fruits and cheeses, then told me that since we couldn't go on a real date, he was bringing the date to me. We laid on a blanket in the field behind our houses, and I closed myeyes as he fed me. We made it into this cute game where I had to guess the fruit he was feeding me. It was so sweet and sensual that we reached second base before we both got too nervous to continue. My heart feels so full and happy here in this memory of him. I allow my mind to fill itself with the sound of his laughter and the feeling of his arms around me in a warm embrace. I wish I could stay here in this memory forever. Even after all these years, my heart still aches for him.
I feel the bed sink beside me, and I jolt awake, eyes snapping open. Kyler is sitting next to me with a look that I can only describe as a mixture of happiness and pain. Is he struggling with seeing me? Was I wrong to ask him to visit tonight?
"Is everything okay?" I ask.
"Everything's fine, wanderer," Kyler says.
I glance at his hand and see him holding a big bundle of flowers. It’s dark, so I can’t quite make them out, but the gesture alone is enough to pull at my heart. “What are those for?”
“They’re for you, wanderer.”
“For me?” I ask with confusion.
“Well, yeah, they’re not for me, and my brothers wouldn't really care about pink flowers.”
Tears well up in my eyes. "Nobody's ever bought me flowers before," I tell him, slightly ashamed at my admission.
"Well, that's a damn shame. You deserve beautiful things all the time."
He reaches toward my face and rubs his thumb along my bottom lip.
"I waswondering if it would be ok if I stayed with you tonight." I wasn't expecting him to ask that. Usually, he pops in and out while I'm sleeping but is never around by morning. The scent of him always lingers as a small reminder that he was there. Admitting I want him near me would show weakness, so I find a way to use this small bit of vulnerability in him to learn a little about him.
"I'll consider it, but only if you tell me something about you. I barely know you," I tell him.
He considers my request for a moment, then nods. "My mother was killed when I was five, and I spent almost my entire life in and out of foster homes.."
Well, fuck, I guess we are just jumping right into the deep end. I was expecting him to tell me his favorite color or food. I shift myself on the bed to focus on his words as he continues.
"One day, she was on her way to pick me up from kindergarten, and the next day, we were burying her. She was a victim of some botched drug deal and was unlucky enough to walk past a group of men at the same time someone decided to shoot at them. If you can't put the pieces together, she ended up in the crossfire and was killed immediately. A few years after I aged out of the system, the guys and I tracked down the guy who fired the gun that took her life. I had my own special little party with him and made sure he felt every ounce of pain I felt after losing her. He got to experience every hit, burn, and kick that I experienced over the years in the system. It was a pretty therapeutic moment for me, actually."
He looksover at me to see my reaction to his story, and my heart hurts for him. The man just told me that he brutally murdered at least one person, but all I heard was his struggle. I'm happy he got his revenge on the man who changed his life. I hope one day I’ll have that same kind of therapeutic moment between me and my father. When he realizes his confession doesn't scare me, he continues.
"Anyway, after I got my revenge on the son of a bitch, I was finally able to focus on moving forward with my life. The guys and I built up a name for ourselves, and we've been working jobs and stacking up money to eventually retire and live a life with zero needs."
He has a whole plan for his life, but he can't be much older than me. This admission has me swooning a little. I'm a whole ass mess who can barely make ends meet because I spend my life running from my problems. He took a different route and faced his head-on. If I took that approach all those years ago, I wonder how different my life would be?
"You can stay," I say, scooting myself over as far as I can to make room for him. The mood is too heavy, so I try to lighten it with a joke. "Sorry for the tight accommodations. I requested a queen, but those rooms must’ve been booked before arriving."
He chuckles and stands up briefly to undress. For the second time now, he is next to me in only a pair of boxer briefs, and a jolt of anxiety shoots through me. What did I agree to? I keep telling myself that I am being cooperative because I want him to fall for me, but that's not entirely true. I said yes to him staying because I wantto feel him next to me. He slides under the covers and lays down practically on top of me, turning into me so that our noses almost touch. His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me even closer to him. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek.
"If you continue being so good for me, I might have to upgrade you to that queen-size room you requested," he whispers.
My breath hitches as his hand slides down my body until it's firmly cupping my ass. I find myself pushing my hips into the most intimate part of him. My body comes alive when he touches me. I have no control, and it's a real fucking problem. He hardens against me and lets out a growl as I clench my thighs to relieve the tension building up inside me. My body wants him. If he wants to take me right now, I won't have it in me to fight him. Submitting sounds so much more fun.
"So beautiful," he whispers to me. His hand slides from my ass to under my thigh, and in one swift motion, he pulls up on my leg and hitches it over his hip. I am so thankful I decided to sleep in a shirt and panties. I can feel every part of our skin that is pressed against each other. There’s a flaming heat building between the two of us.
"Tell me, Callie. If I were to slide inside you right now, would you take it all for me like a good girl?"
"Yes," I whisper. His words send a chill through every nerve in my body. More than anything, I want to be a good girl for him.
He brings his mouth to my neck and licks up the length of it, stopping to bite the sensitive spot right under my ear. A hiss escapes me as my nails dig into his bicep, small crescent moons taking shape on his skin. His hand slides between my legs to tease me. I push my hips forward to nudge him in the direction I want him to go, and he grins against my neck. His fingers slide into my panties and rub against me. The feeling sends an electrical current through my entire body, and I bask in it.
