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A/N: enjoy. Let me know if you'd like another part to this. That cheeky grin above, thatâs what I imagine heâd tease you with
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You wake alone in a cold bed, the crisp morning air turning your breath into steamy tendrils that cascade across the surface of the pillow. Slowly you force your eyes open as an outstretched arm traces the space next to you seeking a sign of his presence. The sheets are stone cold, any trace of him long gone.Â
Despite the cold you move quickly as you drag yourself from the bed, almost instantly your nipples harden as theyâre exposed. Goosebumps grace your thighs as you grab the dressing gown that had been flung last night and wrap it tightly around your naked form.Â
Although the morning light had breached the curtains and bathed the room in glorious light, the hallway beyond the bedroom was still in pitch blackness. Your eyes snap to the open doorway as the creak of floorboards resonates from the dark. The beat of your heart thrums in your ears and your voice sticks in your throat. Slowly you take a step backward. A familiar shape enters the doorway causing your heart to beat even faster, but not from fear.Â
âYou scared meâ you whisper as he crosses the room and pulls you into his embrace, arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you flush to him. His face finds its way to the crook of your neck, he inhales deeply, savouring the way you smell. His lips plant a trail of kisses to your jawline, before finding yours that are still plump from last night. Gently his hands caress your sides and come to rest on your hips. He pays attention to the soft delicate moans that escape your mouth as he moves one under the hem of the dressing gown and up your thigh. Suddenly both hands find their way beneath the material and settle on your arse as he lifts you effortlessly and carries you back to the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist. He places you down gently and comes to a kneel between your legs, hands having a firm grip on your knees as he sucks in a deep breath. You were a gorgeous sight to behold, still a little sleepy and all dishevelled from the previous night. The dressing gown had ridden up exposing the majority of yourself to him. A pink flush graces your cheeks as your eyes roam his body. Despite the chilly temperatures heâs in shorts only, they hug his hips perfectly, revealing chiselled abs and a deep cutting v line. You notice a slight sheen of sweat glistening over his chest, or was it rain? You know heâd been out for an early morning run along the territory lines.Â
All thoughts are abandoned as he glides his hands down your thighs, your nipples once again hardening beneath the gown. Tenderly he places kisses down your thigh as his hands wrap around the back with his palms splayed flat on your hips to stop you squirming away. Shakily you let out a breath in anticipation, not knowing how long youâd last after last night. A whine escapes your lips as you become increasingly frustrated at Paulâs slow pace, you feel him smile against your thigh before his mouth lightly makes contact at the apex, his day-old stubble scratching sensually over your most sensitive area. Slowly he runs his tongue along your slit, humming in delight at how you taste. You let out a small chuckle at his reaction which he cuts short by making you gasp from his tongue coming into contact with your clit. He starts off slowly, tracing circles over and over while picking up the tempo. Your head rolls to the side as your eyes close, the moans escaping you are music to his ears. Just as you think youâre going to climax Paul switches up the direction he works in, repeating this every time you're close. He enjoys teasing you and watching as you unravel.Â
âPaul, pleaseâ you whisper through moans, preying he might finally be done tormenting you. Your thighs tighten around his head as he continues his mission, going in clockwise circles. The built up pressure becomes too much, your hands shooting down to squeeze his at your hips. As soon as youâve done that, one of his untangles from yours. You feel his fingers at your entrance and then push inside you slowly. Only one to start but a second soon follows, pumping in and out of you. He starts curling his fingers, which along with his tongue, sends you into one hell of an orgasm. He eyes you greedily from his position between your legs, watching as your face contorts in ecstasy. Reaching up, he skillfully unties the knot of the dressing gown and exposes the body he loves. Planting soft kisses, he works his way up your tummy leaving a trail of your juices behind and stops when reaching your breasts to pay them some attention. You let out a little customary giggle as you come down from your high, your hands weaving into his hair as he takes a nipple between his teeth.Â
âOw!â you suck in a sharp breath, you enjoy a little roughness but it always takes you by surprise. A wicked grin spreads over his irresistible lips as he looms above you, you bring him closer for a kiss as your hands travel down his chest, feeling his perfectly sculpted muscles. A groan escapes Paul as he grabs your wrists to stop your hands going further down. You whine in disapproval. You can feel his rock hard erection against your leg and you want it. The thought of pleasing him turns you on again and builds tension in your core.Â
âGod youâll be the death of me,â he says through gritted teeth. You know heâs fighting the urge to fuck you so you flutter your eye lashes.Â
âDonât you want to feel how warm and wet I am for -â his hand clamps down on your mouth as he involuntarily lets out a shuddery breath. His weight shifts over you, as he comes even closer, pushing you further into the mattress. One hand still restrains yours as the other keeps you quiet - one more dirty comment from you would dissolve his restraint. His mouth hungrily starts attacking your neck, sucking on the same spot until a red bruise marks the skin. He admires the mark for a few seconds before leaning into your ear.
âWe have a brunch date, remember?â he whispers seductively. Your eyes roll back in annoyance at the brunch date, wanting to stay here and finish what he started. âIf youâre a good girl, Iâll give you what you want later.â
Good god this man knows exactly how to pull your strings, but fortunately for you, it works both ways. After the events of this morning, you have no intention of being a good girl. After all, good girls don't get what they want.
Itâs been 5 months since I made a post like this. Itâs something just like my current watching posts that I canât be consistent with. Anyways hereâs some new music I have discovered lately that I have been listening to. Or new songs by artists I like.
Proxie - Silent Mode
Itâs their second single and itâs such a jam. I was shocked however to see how many views they got at one point. I then decided to track their views every day and it just kept on going. It seems this song went viral in Thailand.
Only Monday - àčàžĄàčàžàčàžàžàžĄàžČ
This is the song that got me into them. I love a good hard rock band and this is one of them. Check out a live concert of them here.
Weeed Bomb - Loser
I found out about them because they did the OST for Sing Again. Liked them right away.Â
SAMBLACK - àčàžĄàčàžąàžŽàžàžàž”
Solo artist I just discovered. I really like his voice.
Luamel - Untitled
Found out about them through a K-indie playlist and I just love this song so much. Putting the live version because the recorded version canât be played on embed.
La Blancat - ê·žëì
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HX_97x91DkY
Unfortunally I can only embed 5 songs but I really wanted to add this 6th artist. This came up after I finished listening to a spotify playlist. And right away I was like âwhat a good voice and I love this song. I need him on my playlistâ.
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, fluff, Arguments/violence, mentions of violence,
A/N: I enjoyed writing this, seems I enjoy being destructive. Comment below if you wanna be tagged for this or any other works. Some of you who asked to be tagged for some reason arenât showing up as accounts anymore, if youâve changed name let me know.
Thanks for the continued support x
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Mortified. Thatâs what you felt while still standing between his legs in his embrace, listening to the storm rage outside while all of a sudden there was a deep rumble that came from inside you. You winced against his chest hoping he hadnât heard or that perhaps he would pass it off as thunder. Then it happened again, but this time it was fiercer and youâre pretty sure your entire stomach vibrated with the sheer force. If he hasnât heard, heâll have felt the tremor.Â
God. Thatâs so unattractive.Â
You feel Paul stroke hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear. Despite appearances youâve come to find him a gentle being, or maybe thatâs because these gentiles involve you. You look at him, both studying each other as the desire to kiss him again drives you crazy. Just as you decided to make a move a third rumble sounds which brings a playful smile to his mouth.Â
âYouâre hungryâŠâ he rests his forehead against yours, sounding deflated.Â
âNo, that wasnât-â your stomach interrupts. You bite your lip to stop from laughing âokay, maybe a tiny bitâ you admit, realising you hadnât eaten all day. âNot that Iâm asking, no expecting, you to feed⊠well Iâm not starving⊠I can wait, itâs my fault for not-â youâre interrupted once more as he tenderly places a kiss on your lips before brushing his nose against yours.Â
âYouâre cuteâ he kisses you again as his hands squeeze your waist. You lean into him, deepening the kiss. âAs much as Iâm enjoying thisâ he kisses you again âfeeding youâŠâ his lips travel along your jaw and start to descend your neck â âŠmy top priorityâŠâ he takes a playful nip at the love bite in the crook of your neck, making you jump at the change in contact.Â
âOuchieâ you jump away from him, playfully pushing his arms away.Â
âThatâs one way to get you movingâ he teases, arms returning to the furniture heâs leaning on. The muscles flex under the skin, a move you feel is utterly deliberate and meant to have you melting. You stick your tongue out as you back away, knees knocking against the bed frame forcing you to sit. You bring one leg up onto the mattress, placing the foot against the opposite thigh. Your fingers start playing with the hem of the sweater you wore as your eyes bore into him, with such intensity he could swear you were his mortal enemy, harbouring dark feelings towards him.
âWhat?â Your hands fly to the side, smacking the bed sheets. The corner of your mouth upturns ever so slightly despite your hardest to keep a straight face.Â
âI can never tell with youâŠâ he shakes his head and walks towards you, dropping to his knees with graceful surety. Warmth spreads through your legs as his hands find a home on your thighs. Heâs face to face, staring at point blank range into your eyes â...I should always be able to, but it comes and goesâŠâ You strain to hear his whispering as he thinks aloud. Â
âYouâre not a superhumanâ you joke, your voice bringing him out from his mindful trance.Â
âHuh?â he questions, a stunned look across his face, as if someone had just slapped him.
âI said youâre not a superhuman!â you reiterate, noticing the twitch in the corner of his mouth as if trying to suppress a smile, ignoring it you move on âJust do what every other human does, ask questions. You know, like how are you? Whatâs going onâŠâ you start listing off examples as he moves in closer again. Youâre suddenly aware that heâs between your legs and your mouth feels drier than a desert. â... or um, how are you feeling?â you swallow as you lose concentration, your eyes fixated on his lips.Â
âAnd how are you?â he questions, cockiness to his tone. The grip on your thighs tightens slightly.
âHow am I what?â You swallow, trying your hardest to moisten your mouth.Â
âFeeling.â He suggests, eyes roaming your face for an answer despite it being obvious from the pink blush of your cheeks and the change in breathing, which brings him joy to no end.Â
âOh, umâŠâ you drag your eyes away from his lips to see him studying you. The colour of your cheeks deepens as you're caught red handed, your desire evident. âI think you knowâŠâ you trail off while leaning forward into him.Â
âMhmm, youâre feeling hungry.â He teases as you roll your eyes in response. Momentarily he sucks his teeth while thinking of a solution. Youâd guessed there would be no food here, judging by the lack of facilities. âOkay.â He stands in one swift motion, and heads into the gloom of the main room. You follow, propping yourself against the doorframe. The air feels colder in here, your breath crossing in front of you in smokey tendrils.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, bemused, as you watch him move around like a headless chicken. Surprised, you watch him produce an apple from the pocket of a discarded jacket. He pads over to you, leaving footprints in the dust covered floor, and presents the fruit to you with a wave of his hand.Â
âSurprised I had anything?â he chuckles, holding it up to your face.Â
âNo, more surprised that you own a jacket since Iâve ever seen you wear a top.â You take the apple from him, a cheeky smile on your face. Nevertheless, you donât forget your manners and give him a grateful thank you. He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead, a gesture that's becoming increasingly welcomed by yourself, before heading towards the front door. âWhere are you going?â
âSource more foodâ he yells over the noise of the storm.Â
âYou canât go out in that!â He turns to face you, hand opening the door, and gives you a cheeky wink before delving head first into the storm. Finding it hard to believe he would venture out in this weather, you gingerly make your way to the door, stepping in patches that had less dust to avoid dirtying your feet as much as possible. You greatly underestimated the force of the storm as you opened the door to peek. It flies backwards slamming into the wall, as the wind whips your wet hair around causing it to slap against your face.Â
âPaul?â you yell, your hand flying up to shield your eyes from the rain which pounds down, driven in by the ferocity of the storm. You jump backwards as something wraps around your leg. âWhat the hell!â you shriek, confusion sweeping over you. A pair of very wet shorts clings to you after having been blown in off the porch. If you werenât mistaken, they were the shorts Paul had been wearing, but they canât be. Why on earth would he take them off? Before getting absolutely drenched you fight the storm to close the front door and then battle the wet material of the shorts as you pull them from you. Having caught a chill from the open door you make your way back to the bedroom and decide to get under the covers after deeming them clean enough. You sit crossed legged against the headboard, the duvet pulled up under your arms as you munch on the apple utterly perplexed by the events of the day and feeling exhausted. You donât remember falling asleep but you must have as a loud knock wakes you.Â
Footsteps sound in the other room as someone goes to answer the door, a second loud knock resonating through the building. You strain to hear voices, still half asleep and content to stay that way. Despite the worst of the storm passing, it was still nigh on impossible to hear much over the sound of the wind against the old house. You settle back into the comfort of the bed and pull your legs towards your chest for warmth. Youâre aware of someone entering the room and are comforted by their presence. The bed dips beside you as they sit down. Gently a hand pushes hair behind your ear and you feel hot breath hit your cheek.Â
âAre you still hungry?â Paulâs familiar deep voice whispers, tickling your ear as he does so. With your eyes still closed you nod against the pillow, the faint pain of hunger eating away at your stomach but the desire for five more minutes of sleep fighting all else. âEmbry brought the truck over, the rain is still coming down quite heavy.âÂ
âMhmmâ you open your eyes at the mention of Embry and scan the room. To your relief heâs not in the room with you both. âI fell asleepâ you inform Paul, still in a daze.Â
âSo you didâ he chuckles and you sit up and face him. âReady?â he smiles, taking in your appearance. He canât deny the sight of you in his bed drives him crazy especially when you look all cute and sleepy, but the need to look after you overcomes any desires that build up.Â
âNot really.â You look down at your attire and shiver at the sight of bare legs. Your clothes will still be soaked through so not much can be done. Paul wraps an arm around your waist and one under your legs before shifting your weight to sit on his lap. Softly he kisses your cheek.
âYou look gorgeous, just saying.â he plants another kiss, this time on your lips âIâve wanted to do that for the past hourâ he admits before stealing another kiss. Satisfied he stands up still carrying you and heads for the door.Â
âI do have the use of my legs you know.â you point out but think better of protesting as you remember the dirty floor.
âWhat you donât have is a pair of dry shoes though.â Somehow he manages to juggle carrying you and the opening and closing of the front door simultaneously. Yes he physically looked strong but youâre starting to realise that his looks were deceiving and donât show the half of it.Â
The rain had stopped but the wind was stronger than ever. You wonder how this ramshackle house is still standing. You watch it as Paul carries you away, sadness filling you as you cling to him. Questions circle your brain. What is this building? Does he live here? But it's empty, I wouldnât even call this the bare necessities⊠Secretly you hope that itâs some renovation flip project and that he has a warm cosy place to live, perhaps with family; a mother who likes to cook and always has food on the table, the father welcoming and making dad jokes all the time, but something about the scenario you put together doesnât feel right for Paul. Instinctively you hold onto him tighter and you feel his grip on you tighten in response. Turning your head you spot the truck, it's battered but looks like itâll do the job for offroading as there appears to be no tarmac in sight. A glance at the ground would show a makeshift driveway, put together with mud and gravel, but anyone would be forgiven for missing this as the weeds and long grass have completely enveloped it.Â
âI thought you said Embry was here?â you ask, confused as heâs nowhere to be seen as Paul opens the passengers side door. Your eyes briefly scan the surroundings but are distracted as Paul starts to strap you in, his hands brushing your bare skin. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his touch. âI can do thatâ you offer, taking the seat belt from his hands. His eyes briefly flicker to the goosebumps before letting you finish the job. Neither of you say anything as he shuts the door and goes around to the driver's side, pushing a pile of clothes into the middle of the bench seat so he could have more room. You take in Paulâs appearance, noticing heâs wearing a tank top and a different pair of cargo shorts from earlier. So had the pair that attached to your leg earlier been his after all?
âYou okay?â he asks as he starts the engine, noticing your quietness.Â
âYeah, just in a sleepy zoneâ you lie, the cold of the wind had made damn sure to fully wake you. Instead you were contemplating what the significance of the constant discarding of clothes could be. Were they naturalists? Surely Embry hadnât driven here to then decide heâd prefer walking miles in the cold with no clothes?! Thatâs if the pile of clothes are his. You spend the drive leaning against the window, feigning tiredness, all the while trying to find a reasonable explanation for the oddities. It doesnât take long to recognize where you are, especially when Sarahâs car comes into view. You stifle a groan as you once again look down and take in your appearance, knowing what Sarah would think with you turning up in his clothing. You realise that Paul is staring before he reaches over and touches your thigh which brings your attention to him.Â
âNo one will care or even notice.â He calmly tells you as if able to read your mind.Â
âI can think of at least one person that will have something to say.â You argue, eyes straying from his as you imagine the embarrassment in store.Â
âHeyâ he squeezes your thigh before leaning over and softly kissing your forehead. Instinctively you close your eyes and drink in his scent, savouring every moment as he moves in closer. âWe can go, but Em is a good cookâŠâ At the thought of food your stomach rumbles and all other thoughts are expelled from your mind. You let out a noise of longing as you imagine what could right now be on the dinner table, your gaze straying from the man beside you to the warm glow of the cabin in the woods.Â
âIt wouldnât harm just popping in, saying helloâŠâ you suggest.
âMhmmâ he chuckles âOf course only to say helloâ he mocks before exiting the vehicle to come get you from the passenger's side. The door opens and immediately the wind pushes inside, stealing any warmth that had generated in the cab. You shiver then shimmy to the edge of the seat before swinging your legs over. A pleasant shock erupts across your nerves as your knees come into contact with Paul, his warmth unbelievable in this miserable weather. âWhat do you think? Five or ten minutes? Is that long enough just to say hi?â he continues the joke, a playful smile tugging at his lips.Â
âShut upâ you insist as you pull on his shirt, catching him off guard with a kiss. He leans in to deepen it, hands planting themselves into the seat either side of you. Your tongue runs along his bottom lip causing him to break from you. You notice how deep his breathing is as he rests his forehead against yours with eyes tightly closed as if in pain. To soothe him you place a kiss on his neck just under his jaw, where you fit perfectly like part of a jigsaw; as if made for him. He sucks in a sharp breath which confuses you. âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, worry evident in your tone.Â
Paul finally opens his eyes, a smile once again playing across his features. He expels a sigh before tucking loose hairs behind your ears. âNothing is wrong my sweet girl.â You blush at his use of the phrase my girl with a sense of elation spreading from your chest. âIâve never been good at restraining my impulses and youâre testing each and every one of them.â He laughs but you can sense the warning that hides beneath the surface.Â
âLet's go say our hellos then.â You try to bring the focus back to something lighter but you canât help from feeling curious at the mention of his so called impulses. In one motion he picks you up, gently removing you from the truck. This time you remove an arm from his neck to close the door as he walks you past to the stairs of the cabin. âPut me down on the porch pleaseâ You tell him as you reach the final step. âLet's try to draw the least amount of attention possibleâ. You explain.Â
As gently as he picked you up, he places you back on your feet, the wooden porch feeling rough underfoot. You squeeze his hand to give him a silent thanks. He reciprocates the motion before leading you to the door. The sound of twigs snapping makes you dart your gaze towards the treeline. For the briefest second you think you see eyes glowing in the gloom but theyâre gone in a blink. Â
âDid you hear-â you start to ask, realising it was probably normal to hear that out here amongst the wildlife. Just as you move your gaze back to Paul you hear the door of the truck slam shut. Paulâs head briefly glances towards the vehicle affirming the noise in your head, but he doesn't give it more than a few seconds' attention before continuing to lead you into the cabin. It feels like heâs rushing you inside which piques your curiosity. You look through the open doorway but all you see are branches swaying on the trees from the wind. Or as if theyâd been disturbed by something. And then the view is cut off as Paul closes the door. The distraction had stopped you worrying until this moment. The sound of chatter and laughter fills your ears, your back facing the crowd around the table. Paul watches as you turn to face them all and senses you relax as the group pays no attention to you both. He places his hand on your back, urging you on.Â
âDonât be shyâ he leans down to whisper. Familiar eyes catch yours from across the room as Sarah looks up from the table for a second, noticing how you blush as he whispers in your ear. You move in unison, holding his hand while examining the table and kitchen counters as copious amounts of food sit on serving plates. Paul grabs the last clean plate before dragging you towards the food.Â
âWhat do you want?â he asks, eyeing you from his high vantage point. You move in closer to his body, wrapping yourself around the arm youâd been holding. Hiding his true motive from the rest of the room, he leans down to kiss your head, getting close enough to whisper so only you can hear. âSomeoneâs gone all shy.â He wasnât mocking, his tone was comforting, his enclosed hand rubbing circles on yours with his thumb. Unable to speak, you nod to his statement. You hear him make a hum of acknowledgment as he thinks. âSqueeze my hand if itâs something you donât want.â He tells you as he puts the plate down to pick up a serving spoon. It really being a two handed job, it takes a while, but he doesnât mind as keeping you comfortable is equally as important as feeding you. Feeling brave you peek behind you, relaxing in the knowledge that absolutely no one is paying attention. Ever so slightly do you loosen your grip on Paul but never do you entirely let go.Â
The front door slams open, startling you, as Embry walks in, pulling a T-shirt over his head at the same time. The very shirt that had been in the truck a few minutes ago. Everyone watches as he makes an ordeal of his entrance, struggling to get his head through the hole. You make a mental note that Embry is probably the comic of the group.
âGoddamn is it windy out there!â he yells as his head pokes out the top of the shirt. His foot finds the door and it once again slams as it shuts. His eyes make contact with yours, a million questions swimming in the deep depths of your irises. As you begin to purse your lips in preparation for your questioning his eyes travel to Paul. âOh hey Paul!â he greets, âHope youâve left some foodâ an underlying tone of sarcasm laces his words before he heads across the room, avoiding your gaze. You notice another pair of eyes looking at you questioningly. Sarah glances between you and Embry and then back to Paul, a million questions also plaguing her. She takes a sip from the mug in her hand and raises an eyebrow as she comes to a conclusion, one which youâll likely not enjoy.
Pulling you away from her glare, Paul settles against the counter with you between his legs, and finds a way to hold the plate and you in his arms simultaneously. You pick at the food but with him sharing it, you find the plate is empty before long and discarded on the counter next to you, allowing him to properly hold you in his big arms which are folded over your tummy. Nervously you trace patterns across the tanned skin of his forearms as you lose yourself to memories of the last time youâd been in this kitchen with Paul and the kiss you almost shared, which wads you to the kisses that youâve shared this day, the echo of his lips against yours, hot with desire. A flush creeps up your neck at the thoughts as you lean your head back against his chest, eyes peering up at him. You noticed him engaged in conversation with the group, his chest shaking beneath you as he released a deep laugh. You admire the way that his eyes scrunch up as the laugh encapsulates his entire face, his smile so big and infectious you canât help but feel happy. This is the moment, the one youâll think back on as the moment you realised how deeply you feel for this man. Despite not knowing him for long or fully understanding how, you can no longer deny to yourself how you feel. Sensing eyes on you once again you decide an explanation is needed from you. You gently peel Paulâs arms off you and swallow the fear that now eats at you. You can sense how uncomfortable Paul becomes when you start walking across the room, how he fights the urge to follow you. Itâs apparent to all as you stop behind Sarah whoâs watching him intently, a burning hatred evident in her eyes as they bore into his soul. Her stare doesnât break when you wrap your arms around her neck and lean down to hug her, nor when you whisper hello, she just responds with a curt acknowledgement. Â
âI think we need a chat.â You suggest, the words almost not wanting to leave your body. She nods against your hug.Â
âGood ideaâ she finally turns her head towards you, her eyes taking longer to meet yours as they linger on the object of her disdain. âPerhaps in the car later.â The thought of later and of driving away from this place is something that fills you with sadness and threatens to drive your heart into an anxious frenzy. Maybe thereâs an alternative, one where you donât have to leave, but your motherâŠÂ
You withdraw from the hug, standing with your hands on Sarahâs shoulders before retracting those too. You see Paulâs jaw clench as he watches you disappear inside, back behind those walls heâs only just managed to climb. You want to go to him, reach out for the safety of the shore as youâre swept out into the depths, but the current is too strong. Desperately you want to go somewhere quiet, suddenly finding the noise of chatter deafening. Without thinking, your eyes fixate on the latecomer to the gathering, watching as he stuffs a muffin into his mouth, crumbs falling onto the T-shirt youâd only just seen him put on.Â
âWhat's the deal with the nakedness Embry?â you ask with an accusing tone. The confidence to ask comes from the need to distract yourself and the desire for answers. Embry almost chokes on his food as the faces of everyone else turn to look at the two of you, confusion and anger present on many of them apart from Paulâs which lights up in amusement.Â
âThe what?â Sarah shoots at you, a puzzled look upon her face. âWhy are you seeing him naked, I thought you and Paul-â she starts, earning a glare from you. Whatever she thought she did or did not know, you donât appreciate the snide comment.Â
âNo, IâŠWeâŠâ you stutter and shake your head âthatâs not the point, the point is, why drive all the way to us to walk back naked?â you draw the subject of conversation back to Embry.Â
âLooks like you need to keep an eye out Paul, your girlâs sure interested in Embryâs nakednessâ one of the group teases, making you feel angry at their inability to take anything seriously.Â
âHey! Iâm not his girl-â your voice gets lost amongst the boyâs growing jests and is only noticed by Sarah.Â
âYeah, looks like I need to be careful around youâ Embry flashes a grin and winks in your direction earning laughs from everyone. Sarah mutters something incoherent under her breath.Â
âJared, Embry, that's enoughâ Samâs scalding voice booms above the ruckus. The laughter dies away as he stands and comes over to you. âLooks like youâll fit in around here,â he announces loudly to the whole room before lowering his pitch for your ears only âJust donât let them bully you.â He smiles before heading to the door and leaving into the growing dark.Â
âI wasnât bullyingâ Embry whispers to himself while sulking and eating another muffin.Â
âLighten upâ The one you assumed to be Jared, shoves him playfully.
âYou lighten upâ Embry retorts, shoving him back.
âOh, you wanna go?â Jared stands up âCommon then, outside.â He almost growls before the whole room erupts into laughter again. They both lean in, hands gripping the forearms of the other. âIâm only joking.â Jared laughs.
âOnly because you know Iâd take you.â Embry taunts, a shocked expression plastering Jaredâs face.
 âRight, youâre on boy.â Jared jumps to his feet along with Embry and they both run from the cabin. One of them pretends to howl like a wolf as they run down the porch steps and follow Sam into the darkness.Â
After witnessing the entire scene, a confused laugh bubbles to the surface and forces its way out as you take one of the now vacated seats. âIâll pretend I know what just happenedâ you say, hysterics threatening to follow. From the look on Sarahâs face you can tell sheâs just as confused as you.
âTrust me, thatâs what I doâ Emily starts gathering empty plates, busying herself. âI never know what's going on with these onesâ she gestures towards the boys.Â
âOuch!â one you've not met before, feigns hurt. âIâm Seth by the way,â heâs quieter than the rest, âItâs nice to finally meet Pauls-â he looks between the two of you trying to decide what words are best to use.Â
âYes, Iâd like to know what you guys are.â Sarah chimes in, Seth instantly looks down at the table, feeling guilty for bringing on her accusing tone. âI mean, for God's sake!â her hands slam down on the table as she shoots to her feet, evidently coming to the end of her patience.Â
âSarah-â You try to soothe her, but it doesn't have the desired effect.Â
âDonât!â she warns, her voice barely concealing the anger.Â
âSarah please donâtâ you try to plead with her not to leave, following her outside as she ignores your voice. âSarah, talk to me.â Frustration boils beneath your surface as you start to feel torn between your friend and⊠well, whatever he is to you.Â
âLike you talk to me?â she snaps back. âSome friendship this isâ she scoffs, opening the door to her car. Your hand pushes back against the metal, slamming it to stop her from leaving.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you fold your arms defensively across your chest, blinking rapidly to stop tears from forming.Â
âIâve done nothing but be there for you during whatever this isâ She gestures all around and then at you âIâve tried talking to you, hell, Iâve even covered for you to your family, to our boss. Iâve had your back this entire time, despite warning you.â
âWarning me? What warning?âÂ
Sarah stares at you, eyes wide, the hurt evident. âHeâs bad news and you canât see that.â she rubs her eyes to hide how glassy theyâve become. âDid he tell you what happened to your job? Did he fucking tell you our boss ended up in hospital?â
âWhat?â The shock of her statement was written all over your face. Heâd left that detail out. A smile pulls at Sarahâs mouth followed by a laugh.Â
âOf course he didnâtâ she continues to drive her point. âHe has major anger issues. Whatâs to stop him from doing that to you?âÂ
âNoâ you shake your head âhe wouldn't do that to me, he wouldnât⊠I know-â
âYou donât know him!â she grabs your arms and shakes you âListen to me! See the signs! Look at whatâs happened! First he drugs youâ
âHold on, thatâs not what happened-â
âSecond, he puts your boss in dangerâ she cuts you off and starts listing things that have happened, counting them on her fingers âAnd then just today, You were mad at him and the next thing youâre running off and Iâve got a group of messed up weirdos telling me youâre with him and then you turn up barely dressed! What am I supposed to think?â Sheâs exasperated and confused as she slaps he sees with her arms.Â
âIf I wanted a lecture Iâd have clued my mother in on all this!â your anger has returned. You sense his presence watching from the cabin window; it does little to calm you. If anything it spurs you on, feeling the need to defend him. âYou donât understand.âÂ
âThen tell meâ Sarah begs you.Â
âI canâtâŠthere are no words.â Seeing her look of disappointment, you give an explanation a go âIt sounds ridiculous but it's like in the movies, when they say love at first sight. I canât get him out of my head, I need to be around him. It hurts to be apart-âÂ
âGod, just listen to yourself. Do you know how crazy you sound? How can you love someone you barely know? You sound delusional.â she grabs your head, moving it to face what little light resonates from the cabin. She moves in closer, studying your eyes before snapping her head round to face Paul as he emerges from the building. âHave you drugged her again?â Sarah starts towards him, hurling more accusations. You yell after her, trying to stop it before it happens, knowing what Sarah gets like with a bee in her bonnet. You grab her by the elbow, pulling her astray and yanking her back to face you.Â
âStop pleaseâ you almost sob. She pulls her arm free to which you grab her again.Â
âStay away from her, you hear me?â she turns her attention back to Paul who had made his way over. âI know what you are!â she spits at him. For a brief second, panic enters Paulâs eyes âIâve known men like you my whole life. Let her go!â She tries to reach for him with her free arm, only just about managing to give him a slight shove, which to a man his size, was nothing. Frustrated, Sarah lashes out, she pushes her elbow back into you, causing you to stumble and fall to the ground. You donât cry out as white hot pain sears up your hip, the scream held back by panic. You watch as Sarah, having released herself from your grip, lands a blow to Paulâs face. Despite the pain, you push to your feet and put yourself between the two of them before more damage is done. Sarah stands back, the anger dissipating as she watches you put yourself in her path, your hand resting on Paulâs chest to stop his advance. Disappointment replaces her anger as you yell for her to stop like sheâs the monster; your words to him being kinder and much softer. Truth of the matter is you can sense his anger and if what she said was true between Paul and your boss, you needed to do whatever it was to stop him from doing that to Sarah. You still werenât sure he was capable of that, not after seeing how gentle he has been with you, but what if he also gets the feeling to protect and defend you, the same one you experienced earlier? What would it drive him to do?Â
âWell,â Sarah starts walking backwards, taking in the scene. Waves of sadness lap at you as tears fall from her eyes. âI guess youâve made your choice then.â She chokes on the last sentence as she turns to get into her car, the anger completely gone, replaced by emptiness in both of you. The sound of the car sputtering to life wakes you from the trance you entered. Your hand leaves Paul as your feet start to run towards her car.Â
âDonât go,â you whisper, hoping that she would somehow hear. You wipe your own tears off on the back of your hand as you chase her car up the dirt track, knowing she can see you in the mirror. Paulâs concerned shouts drown out in white noise as you continue up the drive long after Sarah is still no longer in view. âDonât go, not like thisâ you mumble as the pace slows to a walk, your feet clumsily taking you forward until your senses start to wake back up, reality whooshing back in. The pain at your hip is a reminder of events and the hollowness inside for the mourning of your only friend in this place. You stumble through the pain of your hip, now fully aware of the presence that follows you. The urge to run into his arms is overwhelming as you crave comfort but doubt has started to creep back in, sowing its seed in your mind, so you ignore him for a little longer.Â
Eventually he approaches you, after your emotions settle. Allowing him to take you into his arms, you take a deep breath to savour the moment and solidify him in your memory. Youâve had time to think and time is what you need more than anything.Â
âI want to go home.â earlier the prospect of leaving Paul hurt more than anything but now you relish in the idea of space as you feel yourself shutting down. Although he doesnât want to let you go, he knows he canât smother you.Â
âJust donât shut me out, talk to me.â He strokes your hair as he holds you, hoping his words would reach you deep inside, so you know that youâre not alone. You break from his hold as his words remind you of similar ones from Sarah.
Do I shut people out? I donât mean toâŠ
Briefly do you look into his eyes, the only feature to give away the pain heâs currently in, watching you go through this. Once again feeling sad you turn and head back down the track towards the cabin.Â
âHave I lost you?â his question cuts deeper than a knife, dissolving the last piece of your stability. âTell me I havenât lost youâ his voice breaks as he pleads for an answer. It hurts you even more to hear him like this, you want to comfort him and tell him everything is okay but you canât find it in you to do that.Â
âYouâll never lose meâ you whisper as you put distance between the both of you. Despite it being almost inaudible, you feel certain heâs heard or senses it as his footfalls start to follow you once again. The words you whispered running over your mind in a constant loop. Seemingly youâve made a choice this day; no matter what, youâre here for the long run. The idea of losing Paul, the hurt involved with that, outweighs everything else. The thought alone is almost enough to send you to the floor in a hysterical fit of hyperventilating and panic. Heâll never lose you.Â
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