Ok… I just finished burying a body.
Kat
Ha ha.
Me
Having trouble sleeping again?
The three dots appear and disappear a few times.
That’s right, baby. I see you. I know you.
Kat
Yeah, I have chronic nightmares and issues with sleep. Especially these days. How did you know that?
I briefly consider answering her honestly as I lock up the shed and head over to the main house.She would find out at some point, wouldn't she? Why not now?But something told me that it wasn’t time yet. I had to wait for the opportune moment.
Me
Just had a feeling. With your father’s death, and then the attack earlier this week. You’ve been through it lately.
A pang of guilt runs through me.I should tell her about the damn cameras.I should tell her about…no; it wasn’t time yet.A deep sense of unease grips me after promising her honesty just a few nights ago.
And it strikes me then. The inevitability of truth. Just like death. All secrets would eventually come out. Truths would always be revealed. And I would have choices to make.I just hoped that she would love me back before I would be forced to make them.
Kat finally responds.
Kat
Well, you’re very astute. That’s all true.
Hey… I’ve never really said a proper thank you to you. First you rescue me, and then Bundy. I don’t know what to say. Just… thank you.
Little does she know I would rescue her a hundred times over. A thousand times over. I would kill for her.I already have.
Me
You don’t ever have to say thank you to me, Doc. Not ever.
Again, the dots appear and disappear several times. No new text comes through, though.
She’s spooked, I think. But I don’t believe it has anything to do with the attack from Josh. I think instead Dr. Pearson is starting to have feelings for me, and she doesn’t have any fucking clue what to do with those feelings.They terrify her.It was clear as day every time that we touched. That kind of palpable chemistry wasn’t common. Wasn’t even sensical, really.
Checking the time again, I decide that she needs a chance to rest now. Soon enough, I will be with her in that bed, spreading her legs, and eating her pussy. Soon enough, she’ll be up into the wee small hours of the morning, gasping out my name. So, until then…
Me
Goodnight, Doc. Sweet dreams.
Kat
Night, Zayn.
I close our text thread and pocket my phone. Sliding the cup of black coffee towards me with one hand, I open my laptop with the other. I would attempt every variation of East and Katherine’s name that I could come up with.
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