I can't put the ring down, but it's also starting to become inconvenient to hold in my sweaty palm. I try putting it on my middle finger but it's too big and I'm afraid it will slip off. I find a chain in my jewelry box and run it through the ring, clasping it around my neck.
The ring nestles between my breasts like it belongs there. I so cannot wait to return this creeptastic piece of jewelry to its owner tomorrow, but for now, I realize I'm beginning to obsess.
Ever since I got home, the burning sensation of eyes on me crawls over my flesh and the ring against my skin warms and presses like a lover's caress. Tingles of delicious sensation keep rippling over my body as bouts of goosebumps erupt every few minutes.
A shower. That will help.
After only a couple of minutes under the steamy blast, a loud thump resonates through my apartment. I turn off the water and duck my head out, listening. No other sound comes, and I shake my head. It's probably my upstairs neighbor starting his day. Every morning at the same time I hear the thump of his feet hitting the floor as he gets out of bed. My senses are on high alert so that's probably why it startled me.
Back under the blast, the usual business of soaping up and scrubbing down has taken on a whole new level of sensuality. Everything tingles, and everything is sensitive. The ring tugs, heavy around my neck. It burns between my breasts. I swear, the goddamn thing must be sentient.
Just my luck I'd stumble over the One Ring. Does that make Jaerinn Gollum? Ew. I hope not. I do not want to hear an incubus babbling on about his Precious.
The shower is not helping, so I give up and rinse off the remaining soap from my body and conditioner from my hair. I'm exhausted from my frightened run from the portal to my apartment and the adrenaline is finally starting to subside, leaving me to wince as the pain of my ankle reasserts itself.
I wrap it in a bandage and then open my pajama drawer. I press my lips together as I realize the ring is absofuckinglutely trying to influence my choices right now. I snatch out my soft fleecy pajamas that cover everything, but the minute I put them on, the fabric feels like cardboard against my skin; stiff and scratchy and uncomfortably hot.
With a frustrated growl, I rip off the pajamas and grab the red, silky nightie from the drawer. The cool slip against my skin feels like heaven and I sigh with blissful relief as it settles over my body.
Why a ring cares if I sleep sexy is mind boggling to me but, whatever. I cannot wait to rid myself of this cursed piece of incubus jewelry.
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The Ring
ParanormaleClara is just your average human working in your completely non-average supernatural tavern. She holds her own and enjoys her regulars, who mostly behave themselves. But one regular in particular has done nothing but stare at her for almost an entir...
