It was like something uncontrollable came over me and I couldn’t resist.
She looked so beautiful, all flushed and dewy under the shower and the angle she was pleasuring herself just wasn’t right to give her the touch she deserved.
It was a terrible moment of weakness.
And yet those ninety seconds where she stared into my eyes while my fingers were buried deep inside her cunt was the most peaceful I’ve felt in years.
Everything stopped.
My rampant thoughts, the prickling at the back of my neck from being in a new place, even the restrictive tightness across my chest born from always being on edge.
All of it faded in a similar fashion to when she locked eyes with me at the restaurant.
I don’t know what it is, but I do know it’s dangerous.
Aerin is off limits. Totally and completely.
She has every right to be angry with me, and I’ll take the bullet between the eyes the moment she tells her father.
That doesn’t mean I’ll stop protecting her, though.
“You really have nothing else to say?” Aerin’s face softens as the hurt overrules the hatred.
She crosses her arms over her chest, bunching up the fabric of my hoodie while her lower lip disappears into her mouth.
“I don’t cook,” I reply flatly then return to my tablet even if every fiber of my attention remains locked onto her.
I await her accusations, her fury, her disgust.
Nothing comes.
Instead, she stomps past me to the counter and quickly pours herself some coffee with a groan, then she trudges back to the bedroom and collapses onto the bed in a heap.
She didn’t say a word.
Am I wrong?
I’m certain I didn’t sleep, but maybe I passed out at some point and let my thoughts run away with themselves.
My hand pauses across the screen, and I stare at my fingers.
Was it a dream?
There’s little time to dwell as a call rings through a second later.
“Pidge?”
“How did you know it was me?” comes Pidge’s lazy voice.
“You’re the only one who has this number.”
“Damn, bad news. I signed you up tosomany marketing emails,” Pidge snorts.
“What do you want?”
“Damn. You called me last night, remember. Are you done with my help?”
“No. Pidge…” I sigh deeply and glance at Aerin’s unmoving mound on the bed. “I can’t exactly talk.”
