I wish for it to never end, for the road to stretch under me for endless miles. But good things always come to an end, and soon I’m halting to a stop behind our beach house. She hops off the bike and takes the helmet off as I kill the engine, a strange feeling taking over me as the silence of the night embraces us both.
“Thank you, Cody,” Kim says, looking into my eyes and almost making my heart stop. I can see she still isn’t herself, so I just smile and take her inside the house.
“Don’t worry about it. Just try and get some sleep. I…” I stop for a while, lost in her eyes. And that’s when she does the unthinkable.
She leans in and kisses me.
Kim
One kiss. One stupid little kiss.
My lips linger on his for God knows how long, and then we look into each other’s eyes.
“G’night,” I tell him in one heavy breath, and then head to my room, my head spinning. Why did I kiss him? Why?
I shut my bedroom door and sit on the edge of the bed, my heart still galloping inside my chest. How did a night, which was supposed to be a fun, turn into a complete and utter mess?
Before I could even tell what was happening, John’s hands were on me... and then Cody showed up. I can’t help but relive that moment, my heart tightening each time I recall the look on Cody’s face. He didn’t seem like… himself.
He looked like someone who’d go to any length to protect his family and… to protect me. Feeling his protectiveness toward me was… good. I had never felt like that before. It’s a bit weird to think about it, but in the ride back home, my arms firmly embracing Cody as he drove, I understood that he’ll always be here for me.
Even though he barely knows me, he cares.
He fought and won just to save me. And I can’t help but think that he looked as handsome as ever when doing it. Every time I think of that hard look on his face it’s almost impossible to not picture how his body looks when naked… And now that we’ve kissed, I can’t erase from my mind the way his lips taste when brushing against mine.
Before I know what I’m doing, I stand up from the bed and get out of the room. I don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m doing it. All I know is that I need to see him just one more time before sleep. And nothing more, I promise, fully knowing I’m lying to myself.
I stop in front of his door and rap my knuckles against it. He doesn’t answer but I can’t turn back now. I grab the doorknob and turn it, simply standing there as the door swings back on its hinges.
Cody’s sitting on his bed, looking straight at me. I stand here like an idiot, not knowing what to say.
“Are you alright?”, he finally asks me, getting up from the bed and walking toward me.
“Yes, I… I, uh, I just wanted to see you,” I half-whisper, botching a, I just wanted to see if you’re alright too. He says nothing, simply staring into my eyes and making it almost impossible to focus on whatever I want to say.
“Kim. Go to your room, please,” he tells me, almost making my heart stop.
“Why?”
“I just can’t control myself with you around,” he admits, a hard edge to his voice. He really means it.
“And what if I don’t want you to control yourself?” The words are out of me before I can process what I’m truly saying.
“Kim… I drove to the bar because I couldn’t stop thinking of you. And then you kissed me… I want you, and I want you bad. I can’t think of anything else than taking you to that bed behind me and fucking you senselessly.”
Maybe I should just slap him, or turn on my heels and go to my room.
“Do it”, I whisper, losing myself in his eyes.
“You have ten seconds to get out of here, Kim, or else I will really do it.”
One chance.
One chance to turn and run, to escape. But no, all I do is stay here, letting the seconds fly by me and wishing time would go faster.
He’s on me in an instant, grabbing my wrists and pinning me against the wall. His face is just a few inches away from mine, and I can feel how hard he’s struggling to control his desire. To be honest, I’m struggling way harder than him. And failing even harder.
I feel his sweet breath on me, his lips ordering for me to kiss him… There’s a fire in me, and I have no idea how to control it. And, really, I don’t want to control it; I want it to take control of me, I want to surrender to him. The desire that runs through me is so overwhelming that I just know there’ll be no escape.