CHECKLISTS

Nightcrawler

For the second time tonight, I woke up. Not to a noise, not to any interruption. But the lack of. My body felt cold although I know that I'm under a thick comforter.

The room was pitch dark and I felt myself swallow as I remember what happened, what, a few minutes ago? A few hours ago? I don't know. I couln't see anything so I got up, and covered myself in Henry's comforter as I didn't know where to find the switch, giving me no choice but to leave my clothes wherever they landed earlier.

I made my way to what I assume is the door, I know it's just a little bit to the left in front of the foot of his bed. I stretched one arm out, while the other held my only piece of dignity. I reached his cabinet and I trailed my hand there as I walked in the dark. Not long after, I reached the doorknob and opened it.

The living room was dark too, save for the city lights below the building so I can still see the outline of the small space.

"Thank you," I heard Henry's voice coming from the door of his flat. I hid in his bedroom, listening to them which is wrong in so many levels but I had no other things to do. I want to go back to my own room and that would mean crossing the length of his living room. I don't want them freaking out when they see a girl covered in white, walking about this place at this unholy hour then realizing I am not a ghost. I'd die of embarassment.

"No problem, sir," I heard Mr. Sherman's voice. He is David and Henry's driver here in New York. He also run some errands for them sometimes.

"I'll tell you when it's needed. Just," Henry paused, his voice strained. "Keep it safe, for now."

They said their goodbyes and I heard the door shut followed by Henry's footsteps heading back to this room.

I panicked not knowing what to say if he finds me here. Should I pretend to sleep? I was running out of time so I laid on the floor and curled myself in a fetal position and closed my eyes. I scrunched my face. I fucking hope this works. I braced myself as the coldness of the floor seeped through the thick material and bit my skin.

The footsteps stopped and I knew that Henry's already here. I felt, rather than see a light shone down at my face.

"Kristen? Bloody hell, what are you doing there?" His voice was frantic.

I cracked an eye open. The light coming from his phone was directed at my face. I winced. "I wanted to go to your bathroom," I grunted. "But I didn't know where the switch was. I think I slipped. Ugh." I said, adding emotions to my voice.

He chuckled. He closed the door behind him and I heard a click and the light went on. I closed my eyes, shielding them from the blinding light. I pulled the covers around my body tighter feeling ashamed of what happened and what he's gonna see. But I felt stong arms carrying me and I started to protest but he was so strong.

"Put me down!" I said, my voice cracky because of the slumber state I was in earlier.

He didn't answer. He just took me to the door on the left side of his bed. Apparently that was the bathroom.

He went in with me in his arms and I shrieked in alarm.

"Hey, put me down!"

He sat on the closed lid of the toilet bowl and he positioned me on his lap, my legs parted and dangling on his sides, the comforter bunched up on my thighs. And before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine again.

He groaned from the back of his throat as his hands started caressing my legs, going up to my hips. He started taking off the fabric that seperates my body from his as I felt his lips leave my mouth only to give more attention to my neck. I couldn't help but moan. He grunted and pulled me in, grabbing my ass, rubbing his again-erect dick on my entrance.