models always have the tan skin, dark hair, bright blue eyes combo.
I wonder how old Knight is though? Early twenties, maybe late teens?
I realize he is studying me too, his eyes have gone soft and serious. A minute later they twinkle and the next minute he has scooped me up in the air and thrown me over his shoulder. I squirm and kick, not wanting the other guards to see. I need to look impervious, I need to look powerful. Otherwise no one will take me seriously, and if they don’t take me seriously, someone could die.
“Knight, put me down,” I punch him lightly on the back, hoping he drops me before anyone sees.
“Aw come on, no one’s back yet. They all think 10 minutes means a half hour. Come to the hot tub with me for a minute.”
I stop kicking. At least this way if anyone sees, it can at least look consensual.
“Put me down, I’ll walk.”
“No. You interrupted me during my swim. Now I’m interrupting you.”
He’s tall enough to step over the lanes in the shallow end of the pool. The only reason I’m putting up with this is because I know he felt humiliated earlier, when I pulled him out. It isn’t because his arms feel good holding me caveman style, it isn’t because he’s tall, and hot, and I like the way our skin feels touching. Definitely not.
He sets me down gently on the ledge of the pool and climbs out beside me. He goes to the hot tub and slides in. I follow, sliding in on the bench opposite him, despite my own beliefs that hot tubs are cesspools. He has a way of just making me do things. He spreads his arms out and leans back on them, a sigh of ecstasy escapes his mouth and he closes his eyes. I guess he doesn’t care about germs.
The guards are all gathered in the break room in small, laughing swarms. I should go get them. We should start drills, but the hot water feels so good.
And it’s just nice to be in a hot tub across from a hot guy.
He opens one eye, catches me checking him out, and smiles and sits up, keeping his arms on the back of the tub. “Like what you see?”
“I’m not sure.” I do. I just hate that I like it. Plus there’s more to him than the sparkly packaging. “What happened back there?”
“What do you mean?”
“The swimming, you know…” I trail off, because he’s playing dumb.
He raises an eyebrow, and I get a bit angry because I’m sure he knows what I mean.
“You know, how you went into some kind of swimming trance and couldn’t stop.”
He swims over and puts his hand over my mouth to muffle the rest. “Shhh…don’t tell everyone my secrets.”
“They’re all on break.” But it comes out like “drrrallrronbrrik” behind his hand. He pulls it away. My lips tingle where he pressed against them.
“I don’t want to talk about it in front of the guards.” He sits beside me, looking genuinely a bit embarrassed.
“Well, I think they have a right to know why their sup is acting disturbed.”
He slumps a bit. “Does it really look disturbed?”
“I guess if I didn’t know what disturbed looked like, no. To someone less aware, maybe it wouldn’t look off.”
“Can I just say I’m an adrenaline junkie?” He smiles up at me but it’s just his mouth turning up at the corner.
“You can say whatever you want. I know what I saw.”
“And what do you see now?” he asks quietly. Even his voice is attractive. He meets my eyes now, and it’s hard to remember what we are talking about. I may think he’s disturbed, but I’m also disturbingly attracted to him, and I don’t really enjoy trying to figure out what’s wrong with him.
Then again, there’s a lot wrong with me, and I can’t be with him anyway. After two days with him, my heart wants to forget its promises. It wants to forget what I’ve done. But I can’t.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.” It’s a copout. I don’t want to get any deeper with him.
He seems to accept it, and closes his eyes to lie back again. “You want to go round up the
I wonder how old Knight is though? Early twenties, maybe late teens?
I realize he is studying me too, his eyes have gone soft and serious. A minute later they twinkle and the next minute he has scooped me up in the air and thrown me over his shoulder. I squirm and kick, not wanting the other guards to see. I need to look impervious, I need to look powerful. Otherwise no one will take me seriously, and if they don’t take me seriously, someone could die.
“Knight, put me down,” I punch him lightly on the back, hoping he drops me before anyone sees.
“Aw come on, no one’s back yet. They all think 10 minutes means a half hour. Come to the hot tub with me for a minute.”
I stop kicking. At least this way if anyone sees, it can at least look consensual.
“Put me down, I’ll walk.”
“No. You interrupted me during my swim. Now I’m interrupting you.”
He’s tall enough to step over the lanes in the shallow end of the pool. The only reason I’m putting up with this is because I know he felt humiliated earlier, when I pulled him out. It isn’t because his arms feel good holding me caveman style, it isn’t because he’s tall, and hot, and I like the way our skin feels touching. Definitely not.
He sets me down gently on the ledge of the pool and climbs out beside me. He goes to the hot tub and slides in. I follow, sliding in on the bench opposite him, despite my own beliefs that hot tubs are cesspools. He has a way of just making me do things. He spreads his arms out and leans back on them, a sigh of ecstasy escapes his mouth and he closes his eyes. I guess he doesn’t care about germs.
The guards are all gathered in the break room in small, laughing swarms. I should go get them. We should start drills, but the hot water feels so good.
And it’s just nice to be in a hot tub across from a hot guy.
He opens one eye, catches me checking him out, and smiles and sits up, keeping his arms on the back of the tub. “Like what you see?”
“I’m not sure.” I do. I just hate that I like it. Plus there’s more to him than the sparkly packaging. “What happened back there?”
“What do you mean?”
“The swimming, you know…” I trail off, because he’s playing dumb.
He raises an eyebrow, and I get a bit angry because I’m sure he knows what I mean.
“You know, how you went into some kind of swimming trance and couldn’t stop.”
He swims over and puts his hand over my mouth to muffle the rest. “Shhh…don’t tell everyone my secrets.”
“They’re all on break.” But it comes out like “drrrallrronbrrik” behind his hand. He pulls it away. My lips tingle where he pressed against them.
“I don’t want to talk about it in front of the guards.” He sits beside me, looking genuinely a bit embarrassed.
“Well, I think they have a right to know why their sup is acting disturbed.”
He slumps a bit. “Does it really look disturbed?”
“I guess if I didn’t know what disturbed looked like, no. To someone less aware, maybe it wouldn’t look off.”
“Can I just say I’m an adrenaline junkie?” He smiles up at me but it’s just his mouth turning up at the corner.
“You can say whatever you want. I know what I saw.”
“And what do you see now?” he asks quietly. Even his voice is attractive. He meets my eyes now, and it’s hard to remember what we are talking about. I may think he’s disturbed, but I’m also disturbingly attracted to him, and I don’t really enjoy trying to figure out what’s wrong with him.
Then again, there’s a lot wrong with me, and I can’t be with him anyway. After two days with him, my heart wants to forget its promises. It wants to forget what I’ve done. But I can’t.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.” It’s a copout. I don’t want to get any deeper with him.
He seems to accept it, and closes his eyes to lie back again. “You want to go round up the
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