Hunted

Chapter 4

When I wake again there is a plate of food on the desk and Tristain is still sitting next to the bed on the small desk chair watching over me as I sleep. As I sit up Tristain shifts in his seat, "how are you?" He asks. "Good," I reply, "hungry." He smiles and passes me the plate of food, I eat it quickly so I can replace the blood I've lost then I drain the glass of water feeling better almost instantly. I look at the time, 5pm time to go home. I grab my jacket and indicate for Tristain to follow me, he does. I lead him outside to where my motorbike is parked, I turn back to see Tristain tense not sure what to think. I hand him the spare helmet and he takes it putting it on with slightly shaking hands, I chuckle a little, "what? Scared of a little bike?" He doesn't say anything as I climb on, he gets on behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to hold on. I laugh and take his hands and put them around my waist, I start the bike and give it a few revs to still my shaking hands. Once we hit the road I take off, Tristain's grip getting firmer. We reach my house in about half an hour, as soon as I stop the bike Tristain almost jumps off. I laugh again as I slowly get off my bike taking my house key out of my pocket, once inside I set the fire and light it warming up the cold empty shell of a house that I now live in, alone. As I look up I see Tristain looking at the photos that are hung on the wall, his eyes glazed over as if remembering a time long passed. I turn to give him some privacy suddenly noticing the most recent family photo, a single tear runs down my cheek but before it hits my cheek a gentle hand wipes it away. As I look up at Tristain he smiles and all of a sudden I am nervous not really sure what to do. Tristain cups my face with a soft hand then kisses me, gently at first as of savouring every moment. As the kiss lengthens it becomes more passionate, my hands trace up his arms and around his neck, one hand tangled in his ebony black hair. His hands move to my hips pulling me against him, a once soft experience now rough and passionate. We stay locked in each other's embrace for what feels like forever before he picks me up and carries me into my bedroom. I can't tell if it's the immense speed or just the pure pleasure of the moment that makes me dizzy but I don't care. He lays me down on my bed and we sink into paradise.