Dark Desires

Chapter8

Chapter Eight

Talon

Walking from the bathroom, a soft beige towel hanging low on my hips, I moved closer to Nevie’s room. I don’t know how many times I’d come over. Something about this time felt different. Maybe it was the fact that we had mind blowing s*x? Or maybe it was that she knew how I felt about her?

The sun peeked through the blinds, giving the room a soft, inviting glow. I stepped in. The scent of Nevie filled the room. It made me feel more at ease; I wished that she’d agreed with me when I said f**k work. When I’d come over to see if she’d wanted to get a quick workout in, I hadn’t expected for her to be in such a strange mood.

I’d been longing for the day that she realized that I meant what I’d said. Nevie made me want normal, crave it like I’d never wanted anything else before.

She was just that. Normal, and I loved her for it. Looking at her dresser, the glint of a silver band caught my eye. I picked up the ring, studying the phases of the moon with a frown.

I slipped it onto my thumb before falling onto her bed with a plan to study it. Was she interested in astronomy? Her smell was stronger here, lilac and warm honey. Soft and sweet, just like her. A smell that I knew I’d never grow tired of.

My face hurt from smiling so much. What had happened between us just felt so right. Being with her had only solidified what I’d known since the moment she’d walked into Ethan’s, that she was mine. She was who I was meant to be with. She was the normal life that I’d always dreamed of.

I wanted to leave it all behind, to become the man that she deserved. Nevie wasn’t made for the type of life that I lived. She was all soft and curves. Trusting when she shouldn’t be. It was dangerous, but I knew that I couldn’t stay away from her.

The life I lived wasn’t one that I could share with her.

I wouldn’t be able to give her children, just in case the past came knocking. I wouldn’t have them brought up as I had been. It wasn’t something that I could bring Nevie into either. She’d end up the same way that my sister had.

Rotting in a box.

My heart twisted at the thought of that happening to Nevie. I’d never let that happen. For her, I would change. I’d give up everything. I was already working towards that. It was a hard life to give up. But there was no way that I could put her in danger like that.

My phone rang from the other room, and I let out a sigh. I wasn’t ready for the real world to pull me back in yet. I knew that I couldn’t ignore it. Getting up, I moved into her small living room.

Grabbing my shorts from the floor, I pulled out my phone. My blood ran cold as I saw the multiple missed calls. Dragging my thumb across the screen, my hand shook as I brought the phone to my ear. My past was calling and I didn’t want to answer. I knew that I had to. If I didn’t, she’d come looking for me.

“Where are you, my love?” Her sultry voice flowed through the phone lines. It was like a shock of ice water, just as I thought about my future. She would call, reminding me of how hard it would be to escape it.

“I’m out.”

“I noticed.” she chuckled. I could hear the creak of leather. “I’m at your place, nice couch.”

“Bridgette.” I sighed, dragging a hand through my damp hair as I tucked the phone against my shoulder. Pulling on my shorts, moving over to my shirt, I grabbed it from the floor before awkwardly pulling it over my head.

“Mmm, hurry that sexy ass up. We’ve got a job to do.” She purred out, the line going dead. I pulled my phone back, looking at the screen.

My body felt cold, but I knew that I couldn’t have Bridgette looking for me. I knew how she felt about me, and I didn’t want Nevie to get the wrong idea. I’d meant what I said to her earlier. She and I were together.

There would be no one else for me, and there hadn’t been for a very long time. Neive was my life now.

Sitting down on the edge of the couch, I pulled my running shoes on. I leaned down, grabbing the towel that I’d wrapped around my waist. I stalked to the kitchen, draping the towel on the back of one of the chairs that sat at the table. I wanted to stay for longer, to take the time and plan for our date.

I’d have to do that later. Now I needed to get home. Hopefully, Bridgette would go through my things. She had no sense of privacy. I would have been shocked that she was in my apartment. But it was hard to be when I was the one who had taught her how to pick a lock.

Pulling my keys from my pocket, I made my way to the front door. Slipping out into the sunlit hallway before, I locked it up. I wanted to stay here, to pretend that I was normal for just a bit longer.

I had another job to get to before I could go to the diner and work my shift before my date with Nevie. For that short time, I could pretend that we were just a normal, newly established couple. Thinking about how she’d sweetly pecked her lips against mine before I’d bull her body flush against mine as she’d left for work made my heart feel warm..

I promised myself that I’d do everything I could to protect her. I’d cut ties with my past and start over fresh. We’d have a happy, boring life. I’d ask her to move in with me when I knew it was safe.

Maybe she’d want to get a dog?