CONFINEMENT

CHAPTER ELEVEN

   "And what is that building over there?" Castania asked and pointed out of the window on a building in the horizon.

   Harrison chuckled. "That's actually where my mate lives. Theodore Walton, his family owns the whole building." He said and drew her a little more in. They were sat in their underwear at his window seat in the bay window, his back leaned against the wall and her between his legs, his arms wrapped around her like she was his blanket. The sun was rising now, and they had sat there since they woke up around five in the morning. He had let her stay after their kisses, he simply couldn't get himself to make her leave. He didn't want her to, her company was just so nice. Besides, he figured that spending both half the day and the night together kind of defeated his purpose if he had told her to leave.

   They had slept wrapped up in each other's arms again, absently stroking patterns on each other's skin. He knew she had been a bit self-conscious about her half naked body to begin with, but she had warmed up a bit after a while.

   She leaned her head against his shoulder and twisted her fingers into his. Her eyes shifted from the window and onto their legs, and she caught an interesting scar in his right thigh, spanning from his kneecap and all the way up to his mid-thigh.

   "What happened here?" She asked and stroked her fingers across the soft and bulging skin.

   "My friend Orlando made me jump a fence when we were 15. One of the spears went right through my leg." He said casually, and she flinched a little at the mention of the spear.

   "Ew," She whispered, mostly to herself. "Do you have any other interesting scars?"

   "The one on my collarbone from when you threw that vase." He said coldly in a mocking tone. "I'm never letting you forget about that."

   Castania chuckled. "You deserved it. Don't you have any other scars?"

   "I guess," He said as he wriggled his hand from her grip and showed her his left forearm. "I have this one."

   Castania eyed the scar with caution, then gently stroked it. It was deep purple and thick, with small white dots around it, meaning it had been stitched up.

   "Theo stabbed me," He chuckled. She sat up straight and her head whipped around to look at him in surprise. "What? Why?" She questioned with a puzzled look on her face.

   "I don't know, he just does stupid shit sometimes. I had to get it stitched up." He said unfazed. "Do you have any?"

   She pursed her lips a little, trying to remember if she had any significant scars. "I don't think so,"

   "What about the one on your lip?" He questioned and she leaned against his frame again.

   "You gave me that when you hit me, don't you remember?" She chuckled mockingly.

   "Very funny Castania, I know you had it before," He said tiredly, a twitch of guilt stirring in his stomach.

   "Yeah, I just rammed my head into another girl when I was little, it's nothing special." She said with a chuckle.

   "Did you get it stitched? Seems like it was deep," He asked and let his thumb stroke the faint scar.

   She chuckled for a bit. "We didn't even have the money to get it cleaned, I had to use spit." She said evenly. It worried Harrison a bit, how she spoke of it so fondly. Not even enough money for a wipe?

   He discretely let his eyes wonder around her body, in a search for other scars.

   "What about this one?" He said as he nudged a scar on her stomach. He felt how her body went a little limp in his arms, and she didn't say anything for what felt like the longest minute in his life.