Play Along With It

What Are You

Norman finished his shower before me, so he left me some privacy. I could hardly believe that I was sleeping in the same bed with a 46 year old, mysterious man. I mean, I've slept with people when I was wasted, but that was the only reason. And I hardly knew him! He could be anything! A drug cooking psycho, a murderer, rapist; the possibilities were endless!

Although, if he was a drug making psychopath, then he would be smoking some of the stuff, right? And it'd show. I've known people who've done meth and pot, and they looked pretty shitty. He didn't look like them. His teeth were white, straight, real. So that option was out.

Rapist. If he was, he would've taken advantage of me while the bikers were watching. It made no sense. If he was, it would've been done by now.

Murderer. If he was, he would've killed me by now. Or maybe he was just biding his time. Tomorrow morning, I'll have to leave before he woke up.

As I finally hopped out of the shower, I felt clean. Although my thoughts about who or what he we were still bothering me. I heard the bed springs from the opposite side of the door. Toweling off and getting back into my pajamas, I peeked out the bathroom door. Norman was propped up on the bed in his pajamas. His pajamas consisted of red and black plaid wool pants. In his hand, he held a black iPhone 5. He was glaring at it, like something was bothering him.

"Fuck!" I heard him mutter under his breath as he tapped the screen.

"You should stop playing Flappy Bird. It'll give you more grey hairs than you already have." I joked, smiling at him. Just as quickly, he shut the phone off, glancing at me. I was still drying my long, brown and red hair with the towel.

"Fuckin' hate that game." He grumbled, setting the phone on the table.

"Then don't play it." I retorted. He rolled his eyes, and laid his head on the pillow. His wet, chocolate brown hair spread out on the pillow, causing little dark spots to appear on the sheets. I knew my hair would end up doing the same with my pillow, and I wouldn't be able to sleep very well. Deciding against laying my soaking hair down on the soft, dry pillow, I grabbed my bag and went back into the bathroom.

Rummaging through the black bag for my hair dryer, I listed everything I had.

Clothes; Check.

Deodorant; Check.

Hair dryer; Nope.

"Fuck!" I hissed. I wasn't the best packer. At all. I couldn't go on one trip without forgetting something important.

"Need some help?" I jumped a little at Norman's gruff voice behind me. I turned my head, glancing at him. He was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his bare chest. I shook my head. "You sure? Don't need a hair dryer?"

"H-how did you know?" I questioned.

"'Cause your hair's wet. And you came back in here for a reason." He pointed out, uncrossing his arms and walking towards me. I turned back to the mirror, feeling stupid. Then I glanced at Norman, who was standing right behind me.

What if he is a murderer? It wasn't difficult to imagine his big, strong hands wrapping around my neck, cutting off my oxygen...

"Norman, who are you?" I blurted out. Norman's expression didn't change.

"What do you mean?" He grumbled, stepping closer to me. It sent a chill up my spine.

"You're not a murderer, right?" Why did I just say that?

He didn't say anything. But his fingers gently brushed my side, trailing up. He leaned forward, until his breath hit my neck. Using his other hand, he brushed my hair to the side. In all honesty, I should've shoved him away. But I let him continue. "Why would you think that?" He mumbled, sending goosebumps down my arms.

"Why wouldn't I? You're a mysterious stranger." I responded, a lump in my throat.

He chuckled. "You're right about that." He stated. "But who's to say that I'm not a rapist?"

I swallowed. "You could've fucked me when those guys were outside." I pointed out. "It would've been easy."

Again, he chuckled darkly. "And let them watch? No. I'd rather tie you up to the bed, completely..." His fingers slipped under my shirt, brushing the skin on my hip. My breath hitched. "Naked." He finished, his lips brushing below my ear. "Maybe I drugged that Shirley Temple earlier when you weren't looking. Soon, you'll be passed out on the bed, easy for me to tie you up then." He pointed out. My heartbeat quickened, to the point where it was pounding against my rib cage.

Suddenly, he whipped me around to face him. His mint flavored breath hit me in the face. "Or maybe I'm not even human." He growled, running his hands up and down my sides. Everywhere he touched sent chills throughout my body. "Maybe I'm a sparkly Edward, luring you into my deep, dark world." He stated, leaning forward until his lips were by my ear. "Or Jacob. A shapeshifter, desperate to make love to you." The last part sent fire down my core, and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "Perhaps I'm Mister Gray, plotting a way to get you into my loft and have my way with you." He groaned, pressing his hips to mine. I'll admit; I liked the idea.

"Maybe I'm a Prince Charming. Just your perfect prince, coming to swoop you off your feet." He said, brushing my lips along my jawline, but never fully making contact. It was annoying me quite a bit. Then they trailed back up to my ear. "Or maybe I'm Jason. A bloodthirsty, psychotic man trying to kill you." Norman growled. Now, I didn't like that. One of his hands went down, towards where my legs met. "Or maybe I'm Mac. A sex hungry, cold blooded, ruthless killer. Just looking for a pretty little thing to ruin." I swallowed, his fingers brushing the insides of my thighs. I wanted them to move upwards so badly by this point. Why? I had no idea. "You have no idea who or what I am." He declared, pulling away from me. He turned around without another word, leaving me to my thoughts.

What the hell just happened? Is he really a human? Of course he is. He's just trying to get inside my head. But what if he is like Jason? Or maybe he did drug my drink, just to fuck me. What if he's a multi-millionaire who's a sex addict? What if he wants me? Maybe he is a vampire...

I was broken from my thoughts by the bed springs again. I suddenly had the urge to stay in the bathroom. Why did I let him in? Moments later, Norman reappeared with a hair dryer.

"Here." He offered, holding it out to me. I stared at it, debating. I knew one thing was certain.

I didn't trust him.