Book Two: Adaptation

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•Abel•

Toronto
•December, 2010•
6:30 am

Just making it home from a long night with Valerie, I walk into my loft, somewhat exhausted. Happy no one is up yet, I went into the kitchen for a bottle of water before I turned to make my way up to my room.

Inside, I tossed my backpack on the ground before I placed my water on my nightstand then headed to my bathroom, where I removed my clothes before starting the shower.

Under the hot stream, my mind drifted back to Valerie and how much I hated the way she's starting to get under my skin.

At first, I blamed it on the way she reacted to Callum. That her affection towards him was her way of teasing me, but these past few weeks, every time I'm with her, I want more and I don't understand what that means. She was just supposed to be another bitch to fuck and now I can't stand the thought of Callum touching her.

I've caught myself wondering if he made her feel the way I do, if what she felt when she was with me is real, or just a side effect of the drugs and the fact she can't achieve that high without me.

My head against the wall, I sighed deeply, what made her different from the others?

A flash of her sleeping face filled my mind and I bit my lip wishing I was still with her. I never stayed past dawn, during these games I tried to keep some distance, staying just long enough to make them want more and then I'm out, but lately I've found myself wanting to stay. Wanting to be the first thing she saw when she woke up.

Wanting to be the reason she smiled.

With a deep frown, I grabbed my washcloth and soap to clean my body before I stepped under the shower head again to rinse off.