Obsession.

Chapter 22 ~ Mistletoe

I can't believe I pulled that damn trigger. It was relieving a couple hours ago, but now the stress is suffocating me.

I'm in the shower right now trying to think this through. I came up here as soon as we got back. I had to wash the blood off my hands, literally and figuratively.

This shower is too good to be true. It is all glass, and the walls are lined with darker stone tile. I've let it get super steamy in here. At least it helps me keep calm.

Ishir and a couple other guys are getting those seven girls home right now. I'm still in disbelief that Ishir is their old friend. I should've recognized his tattoo. I was too concerned with other stuff I guess.

Valen asked about his living situation. He said he has an apparent that Malcom pays for, so until he gets a new place he will be on our couch.

I hear my bathroom door open.

"Hello?" I sing.

I can barely see through the steamy glass, but I know it is Valen. He's shirtless, so I can see the outlines of his tattoos.

"One second..." He says.

His white bottoms comes off. I guess it was a towel. He leaves it to the side and comes closer to the door. More and more of his details reveal themselves as he approaches.

He opens the door. We both look each other up and down before we speak.

"May I come in?" He grins.

I give him a small nod.

He steps in and closes it behind him. We both look at each other again. I watch the water run into his hair and down each groove of his torso. I look lower to see it flow down his scarred up leg, and trickling off of his almost hard shaft.

He holds onto both of my hands. He runs his thumb over my bruised knuckles, taking note of how hard I really punched Malcom. After that he looks at me and sighs.

"...Are we good?" He asks.

"W-what do you mean?"

I'm too nervous around his naked body not to stutter.

"Earlier.. after we killed all of the guys in the living room. You brought up what I did."

Oh. One more fuck up of the night.

"We're good... I was just trying to work myself through what I did."

"Baby you killed a rapist. I've never been more proud."

I sigh, "I know... but I'm still tearing myself apart."

I'm distracted by him being naked in front of me. I can barely keep myself together, and I know what that thought does to him. I'm scared that he wants a little more from me right now.

He slowly moves to behind me. His hands glide down my waist. He pulls us closer together, so now he is pressed against my ass. I can't control my nerves.

"Shhh tesoro... We don't have to do anything tonight. I know you aren't able to."
Darling

"Okay..." I choke.

I saw him looking at the bruises for the first time as he got in the shower.

"How bad is it?"

"Very sore. Better than before though."

"Do you think it could be an STD or something?"

"No... that's unlikely. His two rules were no STDs, and no pregnancy. It's actually the only reason he didn't do anything to me himself."