exhausted but I was afraid to go to sleep. What if John figured out where I lived and came after me? “It’s getting late,” I whispered. “You should go.” I kept my head on the arm rest with a blanket covering me.
Kyle grabbed me and pulled me toward him, making me rest against his chest. I was too tired to argue. It felt wonderful having the strength of his chest against my face. I felt safe, comfortable, and warm. He smelled amazing, and the feel of his arms around me made me relax enough to fall asleep.
7
The smell of fresh coffee woke me up the next morning. I opened my eyes and looked across the room.
Kyle was standing at the counter, wearing a new suit and looking sharp. His hair had been washed and he looked clean and refined. “Good morning,” he said. “How do you take your coffee?”
“Black,” I said with a weak voice.
He grabbed the cup and brought it to me.
After I took a sip, I stared at him suspiciously. “Where did you get this?”
“The store.”
“When did you go?”
“This morning,” he answered.
The toaster went off and two slices of bread popped up.
“You went grocery shopping?” I put the cup down and walked to the refrigerator. There was food placed everywhere. There were two gallons of milk, a carton of eggs, cheese, chicken, fresh fruits and veggies. I slammed the door shut. “ You fucking asshole.”
“Asshole?” he asked, stepping toward me.
“I told you not to buy my groceries and you fucking did it anyway.”
He glared at me, his shoulders tensing. “Get over it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I gave you a job when you needed one, I’ve been nothing but respectful to you, I bought you food so you wouldn’t survive off saltines, and I stayed at your apartment last nigh t because you clearly needed me even though I’ll never know why. Yeah….I’m such a fucking asshole.” His gaze burned into mine, making me cower back. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“What was that?”
“I said I was sorry.”
“For what?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“For calling you an asshole. You’re right. You’ve been very nice to me even though I’ve been a jerk most of the time.”
He nodded. “I accept your apology. But you need to learn how to ask for help when you need it. Forget your pride and be honest with yourself.”
“I did ask for help.”
“No, you didn’t. You asked me to do something blindly. You didn’t tell what it was for or why you’re scared. You’re still hiding and you need to be honest with yourself. I had no idea what I was getting into, but I trusted you and did as you asked. Now you need to trust me.”
“You said you wouldn’t bring it up again.”
“I’m not,” he said quickly. “I’m just saying you need to start trusting me and not flip out when I buy you some goddamn groceries.”
“I’ll pay you back,” I whispered.
“It doesn’t matter if you do or don’t.”
I stared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. It was silent as we stood together. I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m waiting.”
“For what?”
“You know what.”
I lowered my hands to my sides. “Thank you.”
He smiled. “That’s better.” Kyle wrapped his arms around my waist and held me to his chest, resting his head on top of mine. His hands ran up and down my back then moved to the back of my neck where he played with my hair. I placed my hands around his waist and felt the definition of his back and stomach. He was thick and solid, stronger than a tank. I enjoyed the moment and just let him hold me, forgetting about the drama of my life.
When I dropped my hands and stepped away, he pressed his face against mine.
“We should get to work,” he whispered.
“I know. I don’t want to be late on my second day.”
“Good thing I’m the only one who would know about it.”
“Yeah,” I said with a light laugh.
“You still going to the game with me tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it
Kyle grabbed me and pulled me toward him, making me rest against his chest. I was too tired to argue. It felt wonderful having the strength of his chest against my face. I felt safe, comfortable, and warm. He smelled amazing, and the feel of his arms around me made me relax enough to fall asleep.
7
The smell of fresh coffee woke me up the next morning. I opened my eyes and looked across the room.
Kyle was standing at the counter, wearing a new suit and looking sharp. His hair had been washed and he looked clean and refined. “Good morning,” he said. “How do you take your coffee?”
“Black,” I said with a weak voice.
He grabbed the cup and brought it to me.
After I took a sip, I stared at him suspiciously. “Where did you get this?”
“The store.”
“When did you go?”
“This morning,” he answered.
The toaster went off and two slices of bread popped up.
“You went grocery shopping?” I put the cup down and walked to the refrigerator. There was food placed everywhere. There were two gallons of milk, a carton of eggs, cheese, chicken, fresh fruits and veggies. I slammed the door shut. “ You fucking asshole.”
“Asshole?” he asked, stepping toward me.
“I told you not to buy my groceries and you fucking did it anyway.”
He glared at me, his shoulders tensing. “Get over it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I gave you a job when you needed one, I’ve been nothing but respectful to you, I bought you food so you wouldn’t survive off saltines, and I stayed at your apartment last nigh t because you clearly needed me even though I’ll never know why. Yeah….I’m such a fucking asshole.” His gaze burned into mine, making me cower back. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“What was that?”
“I said I was sorry.”
“For what?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“For calling you an asshole. You’re right. You’ve been very nice to me even though I’ve been a jerk most of the time.”
He nodded. “I accept your apology. But you need to learn how to ask for help when you need it. Forget your pride and be honest with yourself.”
“I did ask for help.”
“No, you didn’t. You asked me to do something blindly. You didn’t tell what it was for or why you’re scared. You’re still hiding and you need to be honest with yourself. I had no idea what I was getting into, but I trusted you and did as you asked. Now you need to trust me.”
“You said you wouldn’t bring it up again.”
“I’m not,” he said quickly. “I’m just saying you need to start trusting me and not flip out when I buy you some goddamn groceries.”
“I’ll pay you back,” I whispered.
“It doesn’t matter if you do or don’t.”
I stared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. It was silent as we stood together. I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m waiting.”
“For what?”
“You know what.”
I lowered my hands to my sides. “Thank you.”
He smiled. “That’s better.” Kyle wrapped his arms around my waist and held me to his chest, resting his head on top of mine. His hands ran up and down my back then moved to the back of my neck where he played with my hair. I placed my hands around his waist and felt the definition of his back and stomach. He was thick and solid, stronger than a tank. I enjoyed the moment and just let him hold me, forgetting about the drama of my life.
When I dropped my hands and stepped away, he pressed his face against mine.
“We should get to work,” he whispered.
“I know. I don’t want to be late on my second day.”
“Good thing I’m the only one who would know about it.”
“Yeah,” I said with a light laugh.
“You still going to the game with me tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it
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