Tyler and I were finally back on the up. Our relationship had started to ease ever since he opened up about X. The constant fear and secrecy had been a heavy burden on both of us, but now, with some truth out in the open, we began to find our way back to each other.
Our conversations felt more genuine, our interactions more relaxed. The sense of partnership we'd always had was slowly being restored. I could see Tyler making a conscious effort to shield me less and include me more, and that meant everything to me.
This particular night, I decided to take the initiative to relieve some of his stress. He'd been tense all day, his mind clearly preoccupied.
I watched him as he sat on the edge of the bed, engrossed in something on his phone, the screen casting a soft glow on his face.
Without a word, I moved closer and snaked my arms around his shoulders from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Hey," I whispered, my breath tickling his ear.
He turned his head slightly, surprised but smiling. "Hey."
I could feel the tension in his muscles, the weight he carried. Determined to lighten his mood, even if just for a moment, I began to tease him, my hands wandering playfully across his chest and shoulders.
"You've been so serious lately," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. "I miss the playful Tyler."
To my surprise, he chuckled, a low, genuine sound that I hadn't heard in way too long.
"Is that so?" he said, turning off his phone and setting it aside.
"Mm-hmm," I confirmed, shifting around to face him. I gently pushed him backward onto the bed, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "I think you need a good distraction."
Tyler raised an eyebrow, his hands coming to rest on my hips. "Really? And what did you have in mind?" He bit his lip as he watched me, and I couldn't help but blush.
I leaned over him, our lips inches apart. "This," I whispered, closing the distance and kissing him.
To my delight, he responded eagerly, his hands sliding up my back as he kissed me. The tension of the day melted away as we lost ourselves in each other.
My hands trailed across his chest and to the buttons of his shirt, while his hands carefully unhooked my bra. He let me take over, setting the rhythm as I slowly and teasingly undressed him. He did the same for me, but he stopped after every garment to admire what was underneath.
His warm hands slowly made their way down past my stomach, past my abdomen, and lower, finding the perfect spot to begin.
I won't go into details, but that was the first time we did it sober, and it was everything I imagined it'd be. Ever since that morning I'd woken up to our clothes on the floor, I'd wondered more than once what it would be like. It's kind of embarrassing to admit that I enjoyed having sex with my kidnapper, but I did.
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Afterwards, we lay wrapped in each other's arms, just enjoying the moment before we fell asleep. Tyler's breathing was deep and steady, his usual tension replaced by a rare, peaceful calm.
He was sleepy, his eyes half-closed, but he turned to me and spoke softly. "I love you."
His voice was soothing, the huskiness sending vibrations through my body. I smiled, resting my head on his chest. "I love you too, Ty."
"You know, ever since you came into my life," he continued, his voice thick with emotion, "I've been a much happier person. You make me so happy."
I hugged him tighter. "Ty..."
He silenced me with a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I can genuinely see a future with you, Emily. A real future, where we're safe and happy... with kids... I wanna be a dad someday."
His words were a shock, but as I listened to him, hearing his heartfelt and sincere words, I came to agree with him. I saw it too.
"I... I'd like that too, Ty. That would be nice." I drew circles on his chest with my fingers, mumbling quietly.
He held me closer, our breaths becoming synchronised. As Tyler drifted off to sleep, his final words were a soft, sweet murmur. "I love you, Emily."
As I lay awake for a little while longer, listening to his steady breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, I thought back to the beginning.
I wondered how all this started. It baffled me. We'd been together so long, I'd forgotten when we started.
We'd had our challenges, ups and downs, and times when we thought we were done. But there, in that moment, I felt happy.
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Fear
RomanceIt's been five years since that fateful Friday night. I remember it like it was yesterday. Now look at me. If you'd told me five years ago that I'd be kidnapped and fall in love with my kidnapper, I would have laughed and said, "Don't be ridiculous...
