Mercy

Chapter 19

I’m a virgin. Those words kept repeating in my head as I tried to drown out the thoughts that had taken over my mind. The cold water streamed across my skin which still felt like it was on fire. Her touch was all it took to send me spiraling out of control. Her taste; it was still lingering in my mouth. I’m unsure how long I was actually in the shower but my skin was covered in chills once I finally turned the water off and stepped out from the shower. I quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist before stepping back out into the bedroom.

“Feel better?” Her sweet voice rang in my ears and I couldn’t help but smile. Fuck, what is she doing to me? “Uh…yeah. Little bit, you sure do have some strange effects on me.” I laughed, pulling some clothes out of my dresser. There was a soft shuffling from behind me and then suddenly I felt her arms slide slowly around my waist. Fuck. Was she trying to kill me? Her body was pressed firmly to my back, her cheek rested against my bare skin. We stood there for a moment, my fingers tracing slowly over her arms. As my fingers slid slowly up and down I noticed a dark scar peek from behind her bracelets. My fingertips traced slowly over the darkened line and she quickly pulled her arms back; the warmth of her pressed against me had disappeared. I turned around, now face to face with her a shocked expression locked onto her face. “Sam…” I whispered softly, pulling her into my arms. She didn’t speak or even try to move away; she just rested in my arms completely still.

I decided against trying to bring up the scar. That was something she would have to share when she was ready. After giving her a kiss to the top of her head, I slowly pulled away and slid the pair of boxers up under my towel before letting it fall to the floor. She just stood there watching me, her face was blank which left me a little uneasy. I tugged on my t-shirt and moved over to sit on the futon. She followed my quietly, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “So, you said you wanted to talk; which would probably be a good idea since I know so little about you.” I gave her a playful smile, shifting to the side so I could see her better. “So would you like to talk about anything specific? Or we could finish our game of 20 questions?”  I watched her carefully as she sank back into her seat, as if she were weighing out the two options. “Let’s finish our game.” She finally spoke up, her voice quiet, maybe even a little unsure. “Alright, little bit. What do you want to know?” I rested my arms behind my head and relaxed some. There were several things about my life that I didn’t want her to know about but I highly doubt she would question any of them in a game of 20 questions. “Okay, well…” she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger as she thought about her first question, her lips twitching into a soft smile. “Okay so last time I asked about your favorite movie…and about siblings…hmm…why does everyone look at you like to might break their face?” The words flew out of her mouth as if she had been practicing them for days. “Because I would.” I stated simply. “Do you break people’s faces often?” her voice continued, her tone was different now though. I couldn’t figure what had changed but it wasn’t her usual sweet tone. “Not your turn…” I cleared my throat a little as my eyes raked over her. She scowled at me but quickly relaxed back into her spot. 

                “What’s your family like?” I asked, I needed some insight to what might have caused that mark that she had now hid back behind her bracelets. She was quiet, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. “It’s just me and my gran. She’s wonderful though. She’s all I could ever need.” She nodded as if trying to convince herself. We went back and forth asking each other basic questions about our likes and dislikes. I learned that she is scared of spiders and she discovered my hatred of jelly beans. By the time our game was over the conversation was flowing smoothly and we were both laughing. Even though I had a lot of things I was dying to know about her I was just as happy learning that she liked to eat dill pickles on her pizza. Several hours later she was snuggled up in my arms, tracing shapes on my chest as she hummed songs. There was something so relaxing and calming about her. She managed to make me forget about everything outside of that bedroom.

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