Married to the Devil

Chapter 11

I replayed that sentence over in my head.

"You and me. Now we're going to take a real shower."

My cheeks warmed at the thought. What did he mean by that?

"Close your eyes."

"No!" I said to Derek.

"Close them." He spoke firmly.

I was still over his shoulder and he was carried me like Santa held his bag of presents.

"Or what?" The curiousity evident in my voice.

He paused for a second, "Or I'll stand here for the rest of the day holding you like a sack of bricks."

Blood already rushed to my head and it was starting to hurt.

"Have you closed your eyes yet?"

I contemplated my choices. The faster I listened to him, the sooner he'd put me down.

"Yes." I grumbled, as I shut them tightly.

I felt him move, as if he was walking. My body swayed slightly from side to side. My senses heightened at all the sounds around me.

I heard the creak of my front door, open and close behind us, loud and clear, something I'd never noticed before.

He walked a little more and I imagined myself in his shoes.

He'd open a side door to a staircase since my apartment didn't have an elevator.

Sure enough there was the loud squeak of the ancient metal door open. I smiled at how well I knew the place where I lived.

Next was-

I gasped. Derek's fingers tightened their grip on the skin of my thighs, just below my black short shorts.

He jogged down the first flight of stairs without warning and I slammed against him, my nose crashing into his back.

My brows scrunched together, "Owww!"

"Sorry, there's a bunch of stairs so you've got to hold on." He muttered.

I growled in annoyance.

Now he tells me.

I dug my fingers into his shirt and held on for dear life. With my free hand, I rubbed my nose to relieve the pain from hitting his back.

Despite the situation, I smiled.

What a fine back it was indeed. All taut, chiseled, and modelesque.

As he ran down the second flight of stairs, I became all too aware of my boobs awkwardly thumping against him.

If Derek noticed, he sure didn't show it.

Thank God.

There was one more flight of stairs and then we were in the clear.

I giggled because I knew we were in the lobby and probably got a lot of strange stares from other residents.

Derek stopped as an elderly voice called out to him.

"Young man! What do you think you're doing?!" A raspy voice croaked.

"Err," Derek stalled, "Social experiment?"

He made it seem more like a question then a response, as if he wasn't quite sure himself.

I laughed and called over to them, "It's alright! I'm okay!"

And then we were moving again, Derek's strides lengthened as I found myself sway from side to side less often than before.

Suddenly, I heard a number of voices in all different directions. To my left, there was a baby crying. To my right, someone was laughing heartily. And above me, a seagull squaked.