FICKLE HEART

Fickle Fire Out There

Pretending was helping me to keep a sane head. I just pretended this was my new room. My new room with dark green wall surrounding. The bed slightly unmade. The silk green sheets ruffled at the foot of the bed. An office desk sat in the corner of the room with stacks of black covered files. There was separate bathroom. A walk in closet. Another door that was locked when I tried the handle. Not really wanting to know what bodies were hidden behind there.

My eyes falls to Elon as he enters the room. He had my things in tow. "Put them in the empty space in the closet." I note that this was already set up. So no matter what I said, I would be here in his room this very night either way.

I nibble at my bottom lip when he shuts the bedroom door with an unmistakable click. I don't want to unpack. I want to leave as soon as possible. Then, I caught it. A glimpse of metal shinning in the darkness of the room. Just a peek of light coming from the tall street light placed right outside the window. A gun.

I swallow and readily unpack my things into the empty right space in the closet like he asked. I was afraid. This was really happening. I am being held captive. Oh God.

I pick out a tank top and some shorts to change. I need a bath but more importantly, I need a separate room that has a wall between him and me. I come out of the closet only to find my breath taken away. He was walking around the room shirtless. His hand texting on his phone. His brows scrunched as he kept tapping away. I manage to quickly scan him before he could turn to me. Stripped of his t-shirt, I see the drool worthy muscles daunting his chest, down to his eight pack abs. A trail course of short light hair went down from his navel and disappeared into his pants.

He must have sensed me because his eyes met mine. His hands still texting away. I gulp and I leave to head inside the bathroom. Immediately, I breathe out as soon as the latch is in place. I am safely locked in here. Temporarily of course. But still required.

In seconds, I'm in the shower. Hot water burning my scalp. I need the burn. My skin turning pink and red. I close my eyes. The situation I was stuck in was dire and for the love of me, I can't remember why I keep igniting dirty thoughts of this man. He was a criminal. A ruthless- I gasp. What if he was a murderer? A guy like him just have to have blood on those hands. Those rough gripping hands. I reprimand myself at those lousy distracting pondering.

After I dried myself, I wear my clothes and breathe in deeply and then out. I got this. Unlatching the door, I slide it open and walk into the dark room. I feel around, my eyes looking for the mountain when I see him already lying down on his bed. His back to me.

My eyes inch to the quilt covering just from his hip. I hope he isn't naked under there. I tip toe to the bed and wince when the bed creaked under my weight as I sit on it. My teeth clenched.

I peek at him again. He hasn't moved. I take the pillow and shove it further away from him. I don't even use the quilt. Not wanting to feel his legs against mine. Even accidentally.

My back was to him. My chest was heaving. I need to calm down. I don't think I felt so nervous in my entire life. From becoming roommates I went to being a bed mate. A platonic one at that. I think. I fist my hand under my pillow. This is not happening! He ruined my life. Period.

I drag my gaze, searching for something sharp. Maybe I can kill him. Then I'll be set free. I look around and sure enough I spot a book. A heavy book. I guess I could smash his brains out. I shake my head at my lewd contemplation. I have become a criminal after meeting one in just a span of a day.

Steadily, I grab the corners of the leather bound thick book. Sliding it across the bedside table towards me. I dig my fingers under it, feeling the weight stinging through my bicep as I lift it up and as soundlessly I move around, the book just within the reach of his head. Here goes nothing.