Just A Random Story

chapret 12

~Kloe's pov~

I sink into the hot tub, letting the steamy water envelop me like a warm embrace, a sanctuary from the world outside. The heat seeps into my bones, soothing the tension knotted in my shoulders, each bubble rising like a whispered promise of comfort. I glance around, spotting two kids splashing joyfully in the pool, their laughter echoing like a distant melody—a reminder of innocence that feels worlds away. Nearby, a group of adults chatter animatedly at another table, their voices a blend of carefree chatter that only amplifies my own sense of isolation. But all I can think about is him. Why didn't he come down with me?

A flicker of irritation stirs within me, simmering just below the surface. He should be here, focused on me, not lost in thoughts of her and those damn kids. It infuriates me. He worships my body, whispers sweet nothings, tells me I'm his everything, but it never feels like enough. I crave his unwavering attention, his devotion every second of every day. Is it really so hard to ask?

As a group of kids bursts through the door, cannonballing into the pool, I can't help but smile, their laughter a refreshing splash against my frustration. They are so innocent, so full of life. I wonder if he'd want kids with me—an exciting yet terrifying thought. I don't know if I'm ready for that responsibility, but with him? I might consider it. The idea blooms in my mind, warm and hopeful.

But the raucous laughter becomes overwhelming, the cheerful chaos nudging me toward solitude. I take my time gathering my things, savoring these last moments of tranquility before heading back. What is he doing right now? I can't shake the worry as I slip back into reality.

When I finally open the door, he's sitting on the bed, staring at the TV, though it's clear he's lost in thought. I could turn around and leave without him ever noticing, but I don't want to. "Hey, doll, what you doing?" I ask, knowing full well his mind is elsewhere. "Just watching TV, love. How was the pool?" His voice is casual, but the word 'love' hangs in the air like a promise, a tether pulling me closer to him. Does he truly mean it?

"It was so relaxing. You should've come with me; we would've had it all to ourselves," I lie, trying to mask the disappointment simmering beneath my smile. "I'm gonna go shower real fast and get this chlorine off me. Love you, doll."

As I walk toward the bathroom, I let my bathing suit slip off, feeling his gaze burn into my skin, igniting a flicker of confidence. Good. I want him to want me. I step into the shower, the warm water cascading over me like a gentle rain, washing away the remnants of the day. I hum "Neon Moon" by Cigarettes After Sex, lathering my body with soap, savoring the moment and the intimacy of it all.

I hear the door creak open, and a smile tugs at my lips. I knew he couldn't resist me. I turn, pretending to focus on the water as I make my movements a little more seductive, teasing him with every drop that glistens on my skin. He doesn't move, and I wonder if he's checking me out, my heart quickening at the thought. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me, doll?" My voice is playful, filled with anticipation.

I hear him undress in a hurry, and my heart races. He steps in, his presence commanding the small space, and I rinse off the soap, meeting his gaze. He looks me up and down, and I feel a blush creep across my cheeks. He's gorgeous, and I can't help but revel in the moment.

Later, I stir awake to the gentle brush of something on my face, soft and warm. I blink, my eyes focusing on him. The warmth spreads through me as I smile back, his gaze filled with something deeper than mere affection. "Hey, how'd you sleep, princess?" he whispers, and I stretch, the remnants of sleep still clinging to me like a cozy blanket.

"Mmm, pretty good. I had a dream that we got a dog and named her Muggins." I chuckle, reaching for his hand, my heart fluttering at this simple connection, the intimacy we've built.

"Muggins, huh? I love it. Maybe we should get a dog, love." He grins, and my chest swells with hope. This is what I want—this future with him, a reality I can almost taste.

"I would love that, doll. We should wait until we can afford our own place, though," I say, testing the waters, wanting to see how far we can dream together. His expression shifts, and I can see him imagining our life together, picturing a future that includes more than just the two of us.

"Yeah, I agree. We should get our own place," he says, his eyes locked onto mine, sincere and bright. The weight of his seriousness hits me, and I freeze. I've never seen him like this—so open, so genuine. It stirs something deep within me, a flicker of hope that feels almost like love.

Where would we live? I lean into him, my heart racing as I let my thoughts wander. "Well, where would you like to live, my love? We could go to Nevada? Or maybe..." I pause, feeling bold as I add, "Oh wait! Can we live in Oregon? I've always wanted to settle down there."

As I crawl into his lap, snuggling against him, his smile widens, filling me with warmth. "Oregon, huh? Okay, yeah, that sounds like the perfect place to start our life."

I sink deeper into him, the world outside fading away as hope blossoms in my chest. I have him back, and I refuse to let anyone, especially that sinful woman, come between us again. This moment feels like a turning point, a delicate thread woven into the fabric of our shared future, and for the first time in a long while, I dare to dream.