Where My Demons Hide

Chapter Ten - Star

Dragon started our first meal in his father's house. We'd stopped to pick up groceries on our way in. Before entering the kitchen, however, I paused to speak with my father. He was worried about the growing attempts on my life but even though I was concerned, the fact Dragon with me made me unafraid.

Once I finished my talk with my father, I was about to head to the kitchen when my phone rang again. I checked and noticed it was a video call from Ohm.

"Sawa—Ohm? What's the matter?"

Ohm swallowed then lifted his eyes to the camera. "I wanted it to be a date."

I smiled. "I know that." I checked the hall then closed the door to keep our conversation private. "What happened?"

Ohm told me about his time out with P'Eagle. I could see the way he smiled and sighed. I could hear the implications in his voice and though I was happy for him, I couldn't help my jealousy. Still, I swallowed it. "There's no shame in wanting him. He's single. You're single. What's the problem?"

"The problem is I've always been good." He explained. "I work hard..."

"As much as I respect that about you, Ohm, work isn't everything." I explained. "You haven't been with anyone for a long time. Take a breath with P'Eagle. Get to know him outside of the physical."

Ohm agreed and we spoke for a little while longer before he decided to shower and crawl into bed to try and calm himself down. After hanging up, I paused, weakly trying to remember a time when I'd been that giddy about a lover. It seemed the only time I came even a fraction of that was with Dragon. But though Dragon was around, he'd never looked at me the way Ohm described P'Eagle looking at him.

Dragon had never touched me in that way, that special way that made my heart raced just to feel his touch.

With my mind still busy, I descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Without asking his permission, I helped him prepare everything and soon we sat alone, in the dining room. I tried avoiding it but soon we began talking about dating and I tried desperately to get out of that moment.

"Are you interested, Star?" Dragon asked.

"No." It was partially a lie.

"So, the way you look at my lips means nothing?" Dragon shifted his plate from in front of him.

"What do you think it means?" I asked.

"That you want me to kiss you."

I couldn't breathe. The only thing I could think to do was down my drink in its entirety.

Dragon laughed softly. "Don't worry. If I kiss you, Star, it'll be because you've lost control and ask me to—nicely."

He smirked and began clearing the plates.

I could barely move. The smirk he had given me left me frozen except for my heart racing inside me and places on my body pulsing with the kind of need that shouldn't be possible. Desperately, I wanted to get up and help him, to show him that what he'd said hadn't affected me. Instead, all I managed to do was run from the room, lock myself in the bathroom and stripped down.

Bare, I stepped into the bathtub, under the downpour of a shower, praying that my arousal would go away with the bite of cold water. Nothing helped, even as I touched my self, stroking, caressing, trying to make my body behave like it should.

Instead, thoughts of Dragon, his muscular body cloaked in black, the tattoo at his neck, the size and veins of his hands—I couldn't breathe as my body mutinied and exploded. It was my first orgasm in a long while at my own hand—and even then, my soul was still wasn't satisfied.