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A cry of relief comes pouring out of me as he takes me into his arms cradling me, carrying me to the bed. He’s whispering sweet words and providing me with the protection of his large arms and his warm embrace.
“You scared me, when the call dropped, I tried calling you back but you didn’t answer.” He says with strain in his voice. “I worried the worst happened, and that I wouldn’t make it to you in time.”
His words tear my heart right open, and I palm his cheek staring into those deep brown eyes. “I lost service. I’m so sorry I worried you.” I whisper.
“Pack your things, you’re coming to stay with me.”
Rearing back from him, shocked, I say, “What? No. I’m not running. Yeah, I was scared but I refuse to let him run me off.”
His face reddens in anger but he grits his teeth and gives me a nod pulling me back into his arms like he needs me as much as I need him.
“I’ll stay here with you then.”
“No, you…” I try to pull back.
“Don’t argue with me on this. I’m not letting you out of my sight. I won’t let anything happen to you Angel; I promise.” His words are faintly familiar but there’s an underlying tone in his voice I don’t recognize. Too tired to think much of it, my body relaxes against his.
CHAPTER TWELVE
HAILEY
Thenextdayheleaves long enough to grab a bag of clothes and comes back where we quickly settle in together. Waking up next to him or better yet underneath him becomes my favorite part of the day. He still refuses to use a condom and likes to sidetrack me in many different deviant ways. It does bother me that he’s so careless but I guess he feels safe enough because I’m on the pill.
The days blur into weeks spending as much time together as possible, living in our own personal bubble of happiness. There haven’t been any signs of the stalker since and to my surprise, he even managed to find my keys that somehow had dropped behind the trash can, onto the floor.
Our time together is dwindling down and I know I’ll have to be heading back to the city before the spring courses start in a few days. No one has ever made me feel this way and a part of me breaks knowing the end of us may very well be near. For now, though, I’m soaking up every moment with him. He’s constantly surprising me with sweet walks in the woods, dinner by the fireplace, taking me out to eat around town, showing me the area he grew up in. The more I learn about him, the more I love. But I can’t help the feeling that something is missing. Like he’s holding himself back, or maybe he’s keeping something from me.
Every time I try to talk to him about needing to start packing up, he’s quick to get me on my back, effectively side-tracking me with his tongue or his large cock. Not that I can necessarily complain about that part. He knows exactly how to play my body but I can’t help but wonder if that’s always such a good thing.
Waking up early for my last Saturday morning here, I ease out of his hold and slip on one of his tee shirts that falls to my knees. I quickly and quietly start packing my laundry knowing when he wakes up, it will be next to impossible. I originally planned to leave today, but decided I wanted to spend one last night with him and head out first thing in the morning giving me plenty of time to get back and get settled before classes start Monday morning.
Packing my toiletry bag, strong arms grip my hips pulling me into his muscular chest. His warm breath on my neck gives me chills in the cool cabin.
“Eager to leave me?” he asks with a dangerous tone I haven’t heard before.
“No.” I say with a sigh. “You know better than that. You’ve been side tracking me with sex so much, I haven’t been able to get my packing done. Thought I’d get it done while you were still asleep.”
He grunts in acknowledgment but stays quiet. The silence grows, almost choking me because I can’t read him today.
“You sure I can’t get you to stay?” He asks quietly. “For me?”
“Believe me, it’s tempting. But I’ve got school, I only have one more year left and I’ll have my degree. Besides, don’t you need to go back too?”
“I took a leave of absence.”
“Oh. Okay.” I’m unsure of what else to say. He’s not giving me much information and with him being so tense, I’m not sure I should push for any.
Turning in his arms, I let my hands roam across his muscular chest nervously. “Look, we’ve avoided this conversation but I think we need to have it.” His body tenses beneath my touch and his grip on my hips will leave bruises in its wake.
“I’ve enjoyed what we have. I really like you, more than I probably should. But I also know that the minute we go back we’ll need to pause whatever this is between us with you being a professor and me a student and all.”
“No.” He glares at me.
“I’m not risking your job Holden.” I glare back at him. And then my stomach sinks, “Is this it, then?” My eyes fill with tears even though I’ve told myself that this would probably be the end, I didn’t want to face it.
“No, this is just the beginning.” He says, narrowing his eyes at me. “Can I take you out tonight? I promise we’ll talk about it over dinner. But this is not the end, do you hear me?” He tilts my chin up and the steel behind his eyes tells me it’s the truth.
“That sounds nice.” I say with a small smile.
