9
RAVEN
We pick up speed,the silence becoming comforting. It’s late. Or early. Very early, and my head is filled with thoughts. I start to feel hungry but can’t focus on food that much.
For now, I take it all in.
I’ve traveled with Kai, mostly in limousines. And I’ve traveled with Francisco in the same car, but we didn’t make it far, but this… This experience is unique.
It’s hard to describe it.
It’s perfect. Timeless. Magical?
The car and man breathe pure power. The open space, the road, and the ocean not far from us concur with that idea.
It’s also the night and the sky. The thoughts in my head that can’t stop spinning.
The breeze sweeping my face.
The time stopped, and the seconds, minutes, and hours no longer matter.
The silence connects us.
I make no secret of my fascination with him, this trip, and these moments of respite. I find my peace and breathe, taking a break from everything.
This is that kind of moment.
I felt like that with Kai, too.
He knows how to make me feel that way. And I’ve experienced it briefly with Francisco, but this… This comes to me when I need it the most.
I take in his profile, his bumpy biceps pushing against his sleeves.
His tanned skin.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, glancing at me, and bringing his hand to my face.
He slides it under my hair and wraps it around my neck before stroking my chin with his thumb.
This.
I love when he does this and makes me feel at ease, loved, and protected.
As if I’m his.
Am I wrong for wanting this?
Am I wrong for being so frustrated when I’m not getting this from them? And quietly expecting it?
I nod.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“My admission puts a grin on his face. He glances down before taking me in again with a swift once over.
I see the pleasure in his eyes, the silent hunger gripping him. That is my prize. My true power.
They’ve introduced me to a drug, and now I want it often, even if in small doses. I need it all the time, and I have to wrap my mind around it before it drags me to my very end.