know I will be caught. As I close the bathroom door I smile to myself, I wonder if he really does like me.
In the kitchen, I make myself at home and start cooking hamburgers. Once I finish I hear Chance coming down the hall. My jaw drops open as I see him in just a bath towel, his beautifully sculpted body is covered in tats. His serious look at me makes me jump a little and I feel my heart drop for a second. Maybe he is dangerous.
“Smells good in here,” he says as he leans over to check my cooking. I take in a deep breath and smell his fresh scent. His hair is still a little wet and look up at home watching a bead of water slide from his neck down over his muscles. I trace each indent with my eyes until his white towel around his waist absorbs the little drop.
"Like what you see huh?" He asks with a big grin. I blush and turn around quickly knocking over my spatula.
"Careful," he barks loudly at me. It makes me jump as he bends down to pick up the cooking tool. When he stands up right, he touches my hand and looks into my eyes, "Are you hungry?" He says.
I stare back into his eyes my hands feel sweaty, yes I am hungry but not for hamburgers .
"Yes," I stammer.
"I’ll grab the buns," he says. I’d like to grab his buns as soon as the thought enters my mind I look on as he bends over in the refrigerator. I never have felt this way before about a man, something was changing inside me, and a small fire was building.
"Do you have mustard?" I ask as I plate the hamburgers.
"Yup,” he says.
"Do you want a pickle?" He asks.
"Yeah a big dill please," I say blushing.
"I am going to go get dressed, you got this?" He asks pushing his eyebrows together.
"Yup," I answer. It feels good to be doing normal domestic things, things I had almost forgotten about.
I quickly set up the plates on the small cherry wood table just as my mom would have me do before dinner. As I sit down, I realize how exhausted and hungry I really am. When Chance comes in, he sits down wearing just a pair of loose fitting yoga pants. I can see the outline of his meaty cock and feel a sudden zing between my legs again. I wonder what it would feel like to have him deep between my legs. I feel my face become flush with heat.
I start to eat slowly nibbling at my hamburger.
"Don't be a little bird, I know you’re hungry,” he says as he reaches for his beer. I give him an annoyed look and then continue to eat slowly.
"It lasts longer this way," I say softly.
He looks down at his plate and I watch him, as it seems he wants to tell me something but the room is filled with silence. My stomach growls loudly as I take another small bite, I had not eaten in two days and with each bite, my stomach begged for more. After eating I get up, wash the dishes as I am about to start rinsing them I feel dizzy and suddenly drop to the floor.
Chapter 3
When I wake up I am lying in a soft bed with white crisp sheets, I feel warm and slide my bare legs around the sheets. Suddenly, I sit up looking down at myself; I am now wearing one of his white t-shirts and pair of boxers. I hear a soft snoring and realize why I am so warm; Chance is asleep in the bed with me. I feel angry that he undressed me; I smack his head with my pillow.
His arm reaches out, grabs my wrist tightly as he pulls me down on top of him. I wiggle and try to get free. I realize he is still asleep when I hear him snore. I roll my eyes, great now I am lying on top of a muscular Greek god . My heart is racing from the surprise movement. With my ear now pressed against his chest, I listen to his slow deep heartbeat. What am I doing? I ask myself.
I try to escape his tight grasp but start to fall asleep after giving up. I dream about that night, that horrible night. I see slashes of red all over the kitchen floor and the large silvery knife on the floor covered in a thick dark red. I scream as I see my mother’s ashen face and my
In the kitchen, I make myself at home and start cooking hamburgers. Once I finish I hear Chance coming down the hall. My jaw drops open as I see him in just a bath towel, his beautifully sculpted body is covered in tats. His serious look at me makes me jump a little and I feel my heart drop for a second. Maybe he is dangerous.
“Smells good in here,” he says as he leans over to check my cooking. I take in a deep breath and smell his fresh scent. His hair is still a little wet and look up at home watching a bead of water slide from his neck down over his muscles. I trace each indent with my eyes until his white towel around his waist absorbs the little drop.
"Like what you see huh?" He asks with a big grin. I blush and turn around quickly knocking over my spatula.
"Careful," he barks loudly at me. It makes me jump as he bends down to pick up the cooking tool. When he stands up right, he touches my hand and looks into my eyes, "Are you hungry?" He says.
I stare back into his eyes my hands feel sweaty, yes I am hungry but not for hamburgers .
"Yes," I stammer.
"I’ll grab the buns," he says. I’d like to grab his buns as soon as the thought enters my mind I look on as he bends over in the refrigerator. I never have felt this way before about a man, something was changing inside me, and a small fire was building.
"Do you have mustard?" I ask as I plate the hamburgers.
"Yup,” he says.
"Do you want a pickle?" He asks.
"Yeah a big dill please," I say blushing.
"I am going to go get dressed, you got this?" He asks pushing his eyebrows together.
"Yup," I answer. It feels good to be doing normal domestic things, things I had almost forgotten about.
I quickly set up the plates on the small cherry wood table just as my mom would have me do before dinner. As I sit down, I realize how exhausted and hungry I really am. When Chance comes in, he sits down wearing just a pair of loose fitting yoga pants. I can see the outline of his meaty cock and feel a sudden zing between my legs again. I wonder what it would feel like to have him deep between my legs. I feel my face become flush with heat.
I start to eat slowly nibbling at my hamburger.
"Don't be a little bird, I know you’re hungry,” he says as he reaches for his beer. I give him an annoyed look and then continue to eat slowly.
"It lasts longer this way," I say softly.
He looks down at his plate and I watch him, as it seems he wants to tell me something but the room is filled with silence. My stomach growls loudly as I take another small bite, I had not eaten in two days and with each bite, my stomach begged for more. After eating I get up, wash the dishes as I am about to start rinsing them I feel dizzy and suddenly drop to the floor.
Chapter 3
When I wake up I am lying in a soft bed with white crisp sheets, I feel warm and slide my bare legs around the sheets. Suddenly, I sit up looking down at myself; I am now wearing one of his white t-shirts and pair of boxers. I hear a soft snoring and realize why I am so warm; Chance is asleep in the bed with me. I feel angry that he undressed me; I smack his head with my pillow.
His arm reaches out, grabs my wrist tightly as he pulls me down on top of him. I wiggle and try to get free. I realize he is still asleep when I hear him snore. I roll my eyes, great now I am lying on top of a muscular Greek god . My heart is racing from the surprise movement. With my ear now pressed against his chest, I listen to his slow deep heartbeat. What am I doing? I ask myself.
I try to escape his tight grasp but start to fall asleep after giving up. I dream about that night, that horrible night. I see slashes of red all over the kitchen floor and the large silvery knife on the floor covered in a thick dark red. I scream as I see my mother’s ashen face and my
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