Too Bad, So Sad.

chapter five: Salem's smile

After what felt like an eternity we had finally left the training room. My body felt sore and tired. I mentioned that to  Salem and she hurriedly escorted me out of the training room and told me we’re going to my room so I can rest. We pushed into a dark hallway that had a dark brown locked door, Salem typed in a code for the door; it slowly opened. I could see the cute giddy grin on Salem's face. She raced back behind me pushing me down to the right where a gray door stood. Salem took out a small gold key card pushing the door open to reveal a grand room. It had light grayish blue  walls and hardwood floors with a fluffy black rug in front of the left side of the bed–the side I usually sleep on. There's a bookshelf holding a dense selection of content. There was a black LED lit vanity that had a large clear drawer organizer that contained makeup palettes, lip sticks, and a large amount of eyeliner. Another organizer had face masks, hair products and it had a wash cloth neatly folded in a small container. The vanity was next to the bay window. The bay window had two books on it. I could see the autobiography and another book that had been read a thousand times: Temmers and Tales of The Old. There were annotations everywhere. Salem hummed as she wheeled me near the bed picking me up and effortlessly placing me on the plush navy blue bedding. My eyes hyper focused on how pleased Salem seemed, her breakdown already put behind her. I really do believe she should get a therapist and I am serious about training to be her bodyguard. I know it's a strange development but it feels right. Everything about Salem Greece felt right.

Salem sat next to me placing the golden key card on my lap and she pointed to the white door slightly left of the large TV. "That's the bathroom. I got your key, make sure to lock it." She places down a purple key for the bathroom that had my name on it. "There's a drawer for the keys and any miscellaneous objects. That's the dark wood dresser underneath the TV. It also has PJs and underwear–I didn't look at that section Harleen did. Your closet is next to the bathroom. It's pretty spacious." Salem said.

"Where do you sleep?" I asked shyly. “N-not that I’m going to go into your room late at night or anything!” I blurted out in an attempt to cover up the lame and ambiguous question.

Salem chuckled, "Across from you, the doors open for you since the door that separates us from everyone else is locked and secure. well excluding TG and Eden. They will barge in here whenever they please because I have no right to my own space as I’m just a tool to them. Sadly the door doesn't separate us from them. If they do show up abruptly be cautious and on guard; they love a power trip. But other than that you are all set for your stay in our little hideaway!" She jumped off the bed moving the wheelchair out of the way. She walked to the door and smiled "Night Honey~!" And then she was gone.

“Damn, that means we’ll be interrupted even more now.”I munched on my lip, distressed that even in our  little hideaway we’ll be likely disturbed. I want her all to myself in my room, or hers. I want our hideaway to be only accessible to us so I can make her mine. To hear her beg. To be the only one to have the pleasure of seeing a flustered Salem. I hate the idea of her parents disturbing us and her having to fix her appearance and open the door breathless and flushed. I hate the fact they’ll see her so vulnerable and absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. The thought of the possibility urges me to gouge their eyes out and force them to never enter our space again, causing such terror that they won’t dare think of barging in when they see fit. Wow, I’m more possessive than I thought I’d be. Oh well, no point in getting mad at myself, this was inevitable. She’s  on my mind twenty four seven, getting me frustrated over comparisons, constantly thinking of her as my mystery girl, getting violent imagery when someone stares at her pervertedly–of course I’d be possessive. I mean I can't get her expression out of my mind, her eyes were still red and her face puffy after her breakdown, imagine how anyone else would feel being able to see that side of her. She looked gorgeous. A type of beauty only I deserve to see. Jesus, the way her hips swayed as she walked gave me chills. I knew what she was doing to me. The question is does she? Does she know I'm in deep? I heard the door across the room close shut. She was waiting to see if I moved, to see if I needed something, but I hadn’t moved and she most likely assumed I fell asleep. Should I go to her? No. Yes. No. I shouldn’t but I can and want to. She’d be taken off guard, flustered and she’d stutter unsure if she should be bold and kiss me. Her kissing me..her uncontrollable lust finally being unleashed. Shivers sent down my spine. The feeling of her gentle touch and then the roughness she’d have once she felt confident. I slipped out of my covers and got up, my hand over the door knob. She’s right there. She’s in my reach. If I do it, how far would we go? All the way? I backed up, the idea of being underneath her and moaning was too much. I can’t make the first move. I mean, I can but it feels too soon. She wouldn’t mind, she wants to mark my neck, she wants to claim me. Fuck, I’m acting like a hormonal boy, I’m acting up like Kel. I shook my head, not today. Not tonight. I want to but I shouldn’t. She needs her rest.