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Could Killian re-enter society?
The answer sticks in my brain.
Yes and no. Criminals don’t start off that way. Even those who grow up in an environment that fosters criminal behaviors have the possibility of not following in the footsteps off the path of lawful living. In order to successfully re-introduce a person to a life free of crime, you need to connect with who they are beyond what they do.
Here is where the yes and no comes into play. If we can get them to connect to the other version of themselves and they choose to make the change, it is entirely possible for the successful integration. However, if there is no desire to change, any efforts on our end will be a wasted venture.
I read back my answer, my mind wandering to Killian again.
I wonder if he’d be willing?
Flashes of the ecstasy on his face as he took me, fucked me, cross my mind.
What am I going to do if he isn’t?
The rest of the test is a blur as my mind swirls with possibilities. By the time class is dismissed, my mood has soured. One thing has become abundantly clear, I’m well andtruly fucked. No matter where this thing with Killian goes, I know I won’t be able to stay away.
Grumbling, I pack up my things and head out the door. Today is my short day so I have the rest of the afternoon free of any classes. Making my way toward my car, I fret over what to do next. It’s too late for me to return to my old life. I’ve had a taste of the bad boy in the intoxicating man and crave the way my body responds to him.
Life gave me some lemons and I shoved them straight up my vagina without a second thought.
I’m halfway to my car when someone calls out my name. Looking up, I force a smile on my face, pushing away the dower thoughts. “Oh hey Fallon.” I reply as the small woman bounds her way toward me.
Stopping directly in front of me, she huffs a few breaths from the excursion, a smile spread across her face as she adjusts her glasses. “Hi Ava.” I catch her eyes drift down my body and quirk an eyebrow. Her gaze travels back up and a blush blooms on her cheeks when she realizes she’s been caught. “How-how are you?” She stammers, chewing on her bottom lip.
Wait, is she? Does she?
I let my own gaze travel over her, noting the heavy rise and fall of her chest, the way her nails pick at her skin, the slight shift of her stance. She’s dressed in a simple t-shirt and cuffed jeans, her blonde hair tied back at the nape of her neck. My eyes make their way back to her face and I notice the slit on the top of her left eyebrow. While it’s not exclusively meant for LGBTQIA+ members, I have a growing feeling that the woman before me falls somewhere between the B and the L of the alphabet mafia.
I offer her a smile. “I’m well, just finished my last class of the day.” I don’t know why but something about Fallon makes me feel comfortable, even amidst her chaos. I find I actually want tospend time with her. My mind wanders back to Killian and the condo waiting for me.
Yeah, maybe spending some time with another woman will do me some good.
“What about you? Are you free this afternoon?” Fallon’s eyes widen, her breath quickening at the question. I wait patiently for her to reply, growing more amused by the second.
Clearing her throat, she nods as she answers. “Yeah. I don’t actually have any classes today. I was just here to use the library to study.” Her cheeks bloom again and my grin widens.
Shifting my things, I free an arm to gesture toward the parking lot. “Awesome. Would you like to hang out? I could use a…distraction.” She doesn’t react to my hesitation, face frozen in shock. “If you want to, that is.” I quickly add, my certainty wearing off. I haven’t initiated a new friendship since Tyler so I’m just a little rusty at the social cues.
“Yes!” Fallon shouts. I flinch at the volume, laughing when her expression fills with horror. Muttering, she averts her gaze. “I mean, yeah. That'd be cool. If that’s what you want.” She shrugs, still avoiding my gaze.
Chuckling, I nudge her with my shoulder. “I’m the one who offered. Of course I want to silly.” I tease. “Here, we can take my car.” I wait for her to nod in agreement before making my way to the old beat up junker I’ve had since before starting college. Just like everything else in my life, it functions well enough to get the job done but isn’t anything fancy.
I unlock the doors and deposit my armful into the backseat before sliding into the driver's seat. Fallon climbs into the passenger side, back straight and hands clasped in her lap. I have the overwhelming desire to ease her discomfort.
Reaching over, I clasp one of her hands. Her gaze fixates on the connection as she worries her bottom lip. “You don’t have to be nervous. I promise I don’t bite.” I wink at her when she shootsher eyes up to mine. “What do you want to do?” I ask, squeezing her hand before retracting my own.
Fallon fiddles with the hem of her tee. Shrugging again, she mumbles, “I dunno. I like going to the bookstore, it’s actually where I spend most of my free time when I’m not reading or studying.” A small smile pulls at her lips as she says it. My heart blooms at the genuine happiness radiating from her. It’s infectious.
“That sounds great.” I declare, turning in my seat and throwing the car in reverse. “I haven’t read anything that wasn’t a textbook since before undergrad so you’ll have to help me pick something out.”
I hear a quiet squeak and peek at her out of the corner of my eye. Her blush has spread to her chest.
Interesting.
“Oh yeah, um, I can…I can do that.” She stammers, looking like she would like to do anything else. I stifle a laugh and return my focus to the road.
The rest of the drive is quiet as we are both lost in our own thoughts. I pull into the parking lot outside the small bookstore. A rusted sign hangs above the door “Between the Pages” scrawled across it. This will be my first time visiting the quaint shop. I can feel my excitement grow as we climb out of the car and make our way inside.
