it
was. It was stupid of me to move in with him and even more stupid for me to
stay when he started to get volatile. I should have gone back home instead of
fighting back. None of it would have happened if I wasn’t being so forthright
and stubborn.”
Elliot sat next to me in deathly silence. I
hadn’t looked at him the whole time I was relaying my story, and only now
chanced a look at his face. His brows were tightly knit, and his face was a
swirl of emotions. I wasn’t sure if he was going to cry in sorrow or explode
with anger.
“So let me get this straight,” Elliot spoke
through clenched teeth. “Some guy puts you into hospital, and you think it’s
your fault for provoking him?”
I shook my head, “No Elliot. I know it
wasn’t my fault. I just think that if I wasn’t so caught up in fighting with
him over my friendship with David - or any other guy, for that matter; that it
all could have been avoided…I think I should have paid attention to the
situation and left… I think I never should have moved in with him in the first
place.”
“Did you at least press charges against the
guy?” he asked expectantly.
“No, I didn’t,” I said looking the other
way, everyone in my life was disappointed with me for not pressing charges. “I
don’t even know why I didn’t. I guess I just wanted it all to be over.
“No else knows this, but he came to visit
me at the hospital. He was so upset about what he had done that my heart kind
of broke for him. He told me he had started taking steroids because he saw me
joking with one of the body builders from the gym and thought I was flirting.
It was all ridiculous in the end. I told him that I wouldn’t press charges, as
long as he was out of the apartment when I went to collect my things, which he
was, so…” I shrugged my shoulders, not really having anything else to say.
Elliot turned to face me and took my arm in
his hands, turning it over to inspect my scars, touching each one tentatively
with his fingertips. My heart skittered across my chest as he lifted my hand
and pressed a soft kiss to the scar at my wrist. Sliding his hand up my arm, he
traced the scar on my shoulder before kissing me there too, sending waves of
longing throughout my body.
I became unable to resist him any longer
when, using his thumb, he caressed the scar on my face. I closed my eyes as an
intoxicating wave of desire flooded through me and leaned into his hand, not
caring where we were, ignoring that fact that we shouldn’t be touching like
this out in the open.
I let him kiss me, at first I didn’t fully respond,
but as he gently sucked my lip with his, I parted my lips and let out a soft
gasp, allowing him in. My body was on fire as his arms circled around me, and I
moved to sit on his lap, never breaking the kiss. Our tongues danced together
as they explored the crevices of each other’s mouths, replacing the pain I felt
from telling that story with something so much sweeter and more beautiful than
anything I had ever experienced.
My head tipped back as he rained kisses
down my neck and across my chest, leaving a tiny trail of fire in their wake.
Our breathing was getting heavy, and I could feel his arousal pressing against
my own, causing me to grind instinctively against him. He moaned and captured
my mouth in his again, hugging me tighter to him as his hands caressed the
exposed skin on my back.
A sudden beeping brought us crashing back
to reality along with the comprehension of where we were and what we were
doing. Panting, I sat back as he slowly released me so I could switch off my
alarm.
“I guess I had better get back,” I
breathed, laughing a little.
His eyes were dark as he reached his hands
up to my face and pulled me towards him kissing me deeply again. He gently brushed
the hair away from my face as he searched my eyes for the answers to questions
unasked. His eyes narrowed a touch before he said, “Now we can go.”
“You are going to be our undoing
was. It was stupid of me to move in with him and even more stupid for me to
stay when he started to get volatile. I should have gone back home instead of
fighting back. None of it would have happened if I wasn’t being so forthright
and stubborn.”
Elliot sat next to me in deathly silence. I
hadn’t looked at him the whole time I was relaying my story, and only now
chanced a look at his face. His brows were tightly knit, and his face was a
swirl of emotions. I wasn’t sure if he was going to cry in sorrow or explode
with anger.
“So let me get this straight,” Elliot spoke
through clenched teeth. “Some guy puts you into hospital, and you think it’s
your fault for provoking him?”
I shook my head, “No Elliot. I know it
wasn’t my fault. I just think that if I wasn’t so caught up in fighting with
him over my friendship with David - or any other guy, for that matter; that it
all could have been avoided…I think I should have paid attention to the
situation and left… I think I never should have moved in with him in the first
place.”
“Did you at least press charges against the
guy?” he asked expectantly.
“No, I didn’t,” I said looking the other
way, everyone in my life was disappointed with me for not pressing charges. “I
don’t even know why I didn’t. I guess I just wanted it all to be over.
“No else knows this, but he came to visit
me at the hospital. He was so upset about what he had done that my heart kind
of broke for him. He told me he had started taking steroids because he saw me
joking with one of the body builders from the gym and thought I was flirting.
It was all ridiculous in the end. I told him that I wouldn’t press charges, as
long as he was out of the apartment when I went to collect my things, which he
was, so…” I shrugged my shoulders, not really having anything else to say.
Elliot turned to face me and took my arm in
his hands, turning it over to inspect my scars, touching each one tentatively
with his fingertips. My heart skittered across my chest as he lifted my hand
and pressed a soft kiss to the scar at my wrist. Sliding his hand up my arm, he
traced the scar on my shoulder before kissing me there too, sending waves of
longing throughout my body.
I became unable to resist him any longer
when, using his thumb, he caressed the scar on my face. I closed my eyes as an
intoxicating wave of desire flooded through me and leaned into his hand, not
caring where we were, ignoring that fact that we shouldn’t be touching like
this out in the open.
I let him kiss me, at first I didn’t fully respond,
but as he gently sucked my lip with his, I parted my lips and let out a soft
gasp, allowing him in. My body was on fire as his arms circled around me, and I
moved to sit on his lap, never breaking the kiss. Our tongues danced together
as they explored the crevices of each other’s mouths, replacing the pain I felt
from telling that story with something so much sweeter and more beautiful than
anything I had ever experienced.
My head tipped back as he rained kisses
down my neck and across my chest, leaving a tiny trail of fire in their wake.
Our breathing was getting heavy, and I could feel his arousal pressing against
my own, causing me to grind instinctively against him. He moaned and captured
my mouth in his again, hugging me tighter to him as his hands caressed the
exposed skin on my back.
A sudden beeping brought us crashing back
to reality along with the comprehension of where we were and what we were
doing. Panting, I sat back as he slowly released me so I could switch off my
alarm.
“I guess I had better get back,” I
breathed, laughing a little.
His eyes were dark as he reached his hands
up to my face and pulled me towards him kissing me deeply again. He gently brushed
the hair away from my face as he searched my eyes for the answers to questions
unasked. His eyes narrowed a touch before he said, “Now we can go.”
“You are going to be our undoing
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