Unlocking Him: A Spot Conlon Love Story

Chapter Fifteen: Heartless

"Gabriel---stop."

"Not sure if I'se can--"

Charlie gently pushed him off. She sat up and looked at him. His icy blue saucers twinkled in the moonlight. His caramel hair was slightly tousled. His thin, tan torso was halfway tangled in the sheets. He breathed quickly, trying to catch his breath much like she was.

He finally spoke gently "What is it?"

"It's nothin', but you neva told me bout the key."

He sighed and kissed her gently, his lips barely brushing hers.

"My mudda always kept money in her jewelry box. I accidentally took the key with me when I'se left after takin' the money from it. When I came back ta slip it back into the house...they'se were gone. All that was left inside was the things in my special place."

"Why does the key have the word 'Brooklyn' on it?"

"That was my mudda's name."

"Why didn't ya tell me this before?"

He let a single tear glide down his cheek. "I'se hate cryin'."

She held him close as he wept on her bare shoulder. He quickly let go and wiped his face.

"Gabriel, you can cry. It's ok."

"I don't wanna make a habit out of it or anythin'."

"If you ever need ta cry, I'll be here."

"I love you'se."

"I love you'se too."

She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her. She kissed his neck as they laid down again. She moved his hands up to her breasts. She whispered "No more tears. I want to enjoy the rest of the night."

He kissed her again and again all over her face. Never in his life had he felt more alive. Never in his life had he loved his real name. He didn't have to be "Spot Conlon" for her to love him. He never wanted to leave her. He never wanted it to end. He could make love to her forever. Unfortunately, daylight approached faster than they wanted. Dawn knocked on all of the windows like an unwanted quest as they reluctantly climbed out of bed and dressed. She looked at him longingly as she went out the back door. He too was left still wanting more of what he never allowed himself to have for years. He sighed. As soon as she left him he had to go back to being King of Brooklyn. Emotionless. Cold. Bloodthirsty. Ruthless. And worst of all, heartless. At least now he didn't have to pretend. He was heartless. His heart was stolen from him by a girl named Charlie. He was unlocked, and he gave her the key.