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And then he’s gone.
I lie there for a long time, just trying to get myself together. And though I never get warm, I do stop crying. A strange sensation falls over me. A warmth I’ve never felt before. A sense of peace my body has never known. I can’t wait to do this again.
Chapter Forty-Two
Him
I leave her on the ground, her phone by her head with the GPS directions of how to get out of the woods already in there. I’m not a complete asshole. I don’t want her to get lost and die out here. And maybe I shared her location with me so I would know where she was. Not sure how long that’ll last, considering our phones send a reminder now and then to make sure we know who we’re sharing locations with, but I may get a couple weeks out of it.
I wait in the park, in the shadows, for her little blue dot to move to tell me she’s okay. It takes nearly a half hour for it to start moving. She must be okay if she’s walking, so I give her plenty of time to make her way out. Eventually she does, limps all the way to her car. My chest aches, wanting to go to her and hug her. It’s a weird feeling, something I’ve never felt before.
The light inside her car stays on for a few seconds, and I get a quick glimpse of her face. She’s full of dirt with red skin. I can’t see enough to see much else because I’m far away. She sits in her car for a short while, messing around with something. Probablythe heat. After a bit, she pulls off, which is when I take off to the other side of the park and get into my car that I parked on the street.
I don’t go home. I go to her house. She’s inside, the lights off, which tells me she’s in bed. It’s exactly what I need. Still, I wait a little longer just to be sure. And when everything is quiet, not a single shadow moving along her walls, I once again break into her house and quietly make my way to her room. I kneel beside her bed, and just like last time, know it’s too dark in here for her to see me.
I run my hand over her hair. She’s warm now, freshly showered and smelling like honey and flowers.
“Sailor,” I whisper.
She hums a sound like she can hear me in her sleep but hasn’t woken up yet.
I kiss her cheek and say her name again. When she doesn’t budge, I know I need to leave her. This had been my plan all along. Check on her afterward, so I was already prepared. I pull the letter from my pocket, kiss it, and leave it on her bedside table before kissing her one more time and then leaving. I go home and sleep well into the afternoon.
Chapter Forty-Three
Sailor
Everything hurts. My body is sore, bruised, and cut up. But what hurts the most is between my legs. I’m bleeding. Or, well, I was bleeding. I’m not anymore, which is good. If I was, I’d be worried and would go to the doctor. No idea how I would explain that, so it’s a good thing I don’t have to.
I’m not sure what time it is. I woke up and rolled out of bed to pee before I wet myself. That hurt too. It burned, which I’m sure is normal, but I look on the internet just in case.
When I get back to bed, I go right to sleep, not ready to stay up yet. My body went through a lot last night and though I loved it, I need to rest to recover.
No idea how much longer I sleep for, but when I wake up next, my body still hurts, but at least I no longer feel tired.
I reach for my phone but find a folded piece of paper. I have no idea what it is, so I unfold it and am at first confused over what I see.
It’s a letter. I glance down at the bottom to see who it’s from before I read and then smile when I see it signed by JT.
Little dove,
You’re always so beautiful when you sleep.
I needed to make sure you were okay without taking away from the experience. You were sound asleep and safe. Text me when you get this, so I knowwe’reokay.
You were perfect.
-JT
My heart does this weird little flip thingy, which I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t. I’m getting the warm and fuzzies over a man who completely had his way with me in the woods. I can’t get to my phone fast enough.
Me:Good morning.
After I send the text, I realize it’s afternoon, but that’s okay. He doesn’t answer within the minute I’m staring at my phone, so I get up to fill the tub. I showered when I came home last night. There was no way I could go to bed the way I was. Now, as I go to turn on the taps, I see small leaves and twigs in the tub that must have washed off my body, along with a line of dirt. So I clean the tub before filling it with hot water. I need to soak and soothe myaching my muscles. As I wait, I get undressed and look at myself in the mirror.
I have scrapes and bruises along my stomach, chest, and hands, and also some on my back. The rest of my body must have been protected by my clothing, but my butt is sore from being spanked. I don’t think it’s bruised, but there is a red mark. And of course, the sorest place of all is between my legs, but that’s an ache I don’t hate. Yes, it sucks because it hurts, but every time I feel it, I remember last night all over again. Not that it’s something I could ever forget.
The tub is hardly halfway full, so I go back to my room to get my phone. Still no text. Maybe he’s still sleeping. I send him another.
