close to my dialling heart

28🌹beneath his ssurface

🎶I long for you, just a touch of your hand. You don't leave my mind🎶
                    ~Sam Smith~

DOVE 🕊

As I fluttered my eyes open, the cruel glow of sunlight streaming through the large windows assaulted my senses. I squinted, my vision blurry, and struggled to sit up. Where was I? The familiar surroundings slowly came into focus, and I realized I was in his room. His scent lingered in the air, and I could almost picture him beside me. But how did I get here?

Panic set in as I glanced down at my clothes. I wasn't wearing the same outfit from the previous night. Instead, I was clad in a black dress shirt, which meant... Oh God, did he change my clothes? My face flushed with embarrassment. Seeing my legs was one thing, but being naked in front of him was a whole different story. I felt exposed and vulnerable.

I slipped out of his bed, trying to play it cool, but my insecurities were screaming in my head. I didn't want to admit it, but the thought of him seeing me naked was killing me.

I walked sluggishly to the bathroom, my face heavy with the weight of my thoughts. I couldn't remember anything, and the uncertainty was gnawing at me. I knew how people behaved when they were drunk, and the thought made my stomach churn with anxiety.

I grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste, my eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess, and my skin was pale and drawn. I cleaned up as best I could, trying to shake off the lingering fogginess in my head.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I realized it was already noon. The house was quiet, but the aroma wafting from the kitchen hinted that Xavier was nearby. I searched the house but couldn't find him. Instead, I decided to step outside, craving some fresh air and sunshine. The warmth on my face was like a gentle embrace, and I felt like a prisoner finally set free.

Just as I was basking in the serenity of the moment, a sharp, piercing sound jolted me out of my reverie. I let out a small yelp, my heart racing, and nearly stumbled into the pool. The sound was close, and I wondered if it was Xavier, perhaps working on some project or other.

I followed the sound to the garage, and my curiosity piqued. As I entered, I noticed a door I hadn't seen before. It blended seamlessly into the walls, and I only spotted it because it was slightly ajar. I pushed it open slowly, my heart racing with anticipation. Xavier stood inside, his back to me. I crept in, my eyes fixed on him, and my mind racing with questions.

As I stepped further into the room, a chill ran down my spine. The air was cold, but it was more than that. The walls were lined with an arsenal of guns and weapons, neatly arranged and gleaming in the dim light. My heart skipped a beat as Xavier turned to face me, a short gun in his hand, his fingers deftly loading bullets into the chamber.

"You're finally up," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I was starting to think you'd passed out." His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. What was this place? And what was Xavier doing with all these weapons?

My voice was barely audible as I asked, "What's all this?" Xavier's smirk grew wider as he followed my gaze, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I was transfixed by the mannequins, their bodies riddled with holes, evidence of Xavier's target practice.

"Security room," he replied nonchalantly, his attention returning to the mannequins. He raised his gun, taking aim, and I felt my heart lurch in anticipation. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, his finger squeezing the trigger. The loud bang made me jump, my heart racing with fear.

I was terrified, my voice reduced to stammers. "I... I... did." Xavier's nonchalance was unsettling, his focus still on the mannequins. "Did you perhaps have another wet dream?" he asked, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather. My eyes widened in shock, my breath catching in my throat. "Pardon?" I managed to stammer, my face burning with embarrassment.