“You…” I lost the ability to form words and instead threw the sponge at his head, hitting him right in the face. Not once did it occur to me to freak out about the fact I was naked as the day I’d been born, shock will do that to a person, and later on I’d adjust the way I rolled my eyes at the naked chicks in scary movies who did the same. Consider me informed!
I’ll give him credit, aside from looking at the dermal piercings, he kept his eyes on my face. Then again, the piercings were between my boobs so that counted as him looking at those, but still. And, aside from his shoes and socks, he was still in his uniform and not even slightly bothered by the fact that the sponge had left soap and water on his shirt.
And now that I knew I wasn’t going to be skewered by a psycho, the fact he was here, I was horny, I was naked, I was wet – granted partly from the shower, but I was ignoring that technicality – and it was Raoul… a different part of my body started to palpitate.
RaoulI’d let myself in because after the call I’d just received from work I wanted to tell her the news myself, so I’d called to warn her I was coming over. When she hadn’t answered, it occurred to me that she already knew and was possibly scared or crying, or that something else had happened, and I’d had to get to her. I wasn’t trying to be a hero, I was trying to make sure my woman was ok, and that’s all I could focus on as I’d let myself in.
As a policeman, I’d come across a lot of cases where females had been attacked. Women being raped while they were in the shower, murderers leaving the bodies of his victims in the shower to wash off evidence while they ran, women trying to clean themselves after they’d been… so hearing the shower, I’d run in its direction. It did occur to me that she might be having a shower, but the part of me that needed to know she was ok and unhurt took over. That’s why I burst in when I would have normally waited. Seeing that she was just washing herself was a relief like I hadn’t experienced in years, since a little girl went missing and we’d found her unharmed.
Rose was here, she was ok, she hadn’t been attacked or abused. She. Was. Ok. And I finally got to see what the shiny thing was that had been on my mind for the last five days. Between her tits – ones that I wasn’t going to take advantage of her state and stare at – were three little diamonds. They weren’t coming off with the water flowing over her and she was carefully washing around them with the pink sponge in her hand, so I assumed they were stuck to her. They were unique and beautiful, something I’d never seen before in my life, and they just added to the beauty still to be revealed that was Rose.
And that’s why I managed to finally choke out the words that I did. “I wondered what they were.”
Hearing my voice, her head snapped up, and she opened her mouth to scream as she threw the sponge at me. I only just managed to close my eyes before it hit me but I didn’t do anything to catch it, letting it bounce off my chest onto the tiled floor.
“You…” she snapped and then shook her head.
I felt like shit that I’d scared her, but I was just so freaking relieved that she was ok. I needed for her to be ok, she was my light. At some point since Garrett had come home, knowing what he’d been through and the darkness that he was going through at night when he struggled to sleep or had nightmares, I’d realized I had the same problem.
I had a lot of dark in my life because of cases I’d worked, cases I’d come across, seeing the reality of life and how evil people could be, and Rose made the suffocation I hadn’t been aware of ease off. All the darkness was getting easier. Before now, I looked forward to our pranks, I lived for the moment she’d smile at me to piss me off. I loved the way she knew how much flowers pissed me off, I loved that she even knew my weaknesses with needles – she saw me, and she brought light back into my life. I couldn’t give a damn what anyone thought about that, but I gave a lot of damns about Rose Beauregard.
And I’ll add right now – keeping my eyes on her face, and not looking down while she was standing naked in front of me, was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. But I did it.