Page 42 of Kaine

He doesn’t say anything and I want to save him the trouble of having to pretend that he wants me there so I get up from the table and pick up my plate, ending the discussion.

But it’s not over.

“Jade.” There’s that way he says my name again.

“Yes, Kaine?”

“Stay the night. I’ll go back to the office, I have work to do.”

“No, I’ll be okay.” I insist.

There’s a frustrated sigh from him before he admits, “You’re very stubborn.”

I don’t know why but that makes me chuckle, maybe because of how true it is, or maybe because of how ironic it is that he is calling anyone stubborn. Truth is, I don’t know what I want. A part of me wants to flee, escape from these feelings bubbling inside me, feelings that don’t make sense, that shouldn’t be there. And a part of me dreads going back to my life, one that has nothing to do with him. Then there’s the twisted part that’s enjoying this battle, and not wanting to let him win.

“Please,” he continues. “For my peace of mind.”

Bastard. Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner. After everything he’s done for me, the last thing he needs is for me to cause him more worry.

I sigh and throw my hands up in defeat. “Fine. But only on one condition. I can sleep in your bed. Because I’ll do anything you say if that’s part of the deal. What did you do, sell your soul to the devil for that thing? It’s like sleeping on a bed of purring kittens.”

He looks startled for a moment and then throws his head back and laughs. Laughs like he hasn’t in a long time. I can see the Adam’s apple in his throat rising up and down as the sound fills my ears and my soul. When it stops, I’m still staring at him, drinking it all in.

“If that’s what it takes, Jade, then yes. You can sleep in my bed tonight. I’m glad someone will be.”

Our plates are empty and I clear them.

He pushes away from the table and walks past me to his bathroom ensuite. “I’ll just take a quick shower and leave you to the bed of kittens.”

“Okay,” I nod and smile at him from the sink, squeezing detergent over the dirty dishes and reaching for the sponge.

One night. I’ve been here one night and I already feel like it’s home.

***

The two dishes don’ttake long to wash and I circle the apartment, gathering my things, ready to leave when I’m evicted in the morning.

“Oh shit!” I curse when I remember my clothes are hanging to dry in his ensuite after I hand washed them. Not just my outer clothes, but my bra and underwear too.

“Oh shit! Shit!” I try to remember if they were a decent pair or my holey granny panties. I cringe at the thought of him seeing them if it’s the latter. I run into the bedroom and hear the water of the shower running. The clothes are hung near the bathroom entrance on the opposite end of the bathroom to the shower, I can probably get in and out without him noticing I’m there.

I tip toe in, peeking around the corner and spot my clothes still hanging on the hook. By some miracle the bra and panties actually match. I creep forward, trying to reach for my clothes off the hook.

I glance over at the shower, to make sure I haven’t been caught. The clear glass is fogged over, but I can still make him out.

And I can’t look away.

His body looks just like it feels through his clothes, the one, two, no, three times he’s held me.

His head is leaning back as he massages the shampoo into his head, and the suds are washing over his torso. Down over his chest, his sculpted, muscle-ripped stomach and over his...Oh, god. His hard cock.

I can’t look away.

I’m rooted to the spot and perhaps that’s a good thing.

Because suddenly, all I want is to be there, in there, with him.

On my knees.