The watch

Chapter 7: Can't Live Without

Today was a slow day. I opened my eyes to the harsh Florida sun, and groaned. I kicked the covers off of me and I heard an indignant "hey!" from Lyle. I chuckled as he pulled the covers back up to his neck. "Are you cold, dude?" I asked him. He didn't reply. I heard him snore softly and I rolled my eyes.

I rolled out of bed again and dragged my towel with me. "Oof!" I grunted. I brushed myself off and headed into the bathroom to shower. Once I had all my clothes off and the water running, I looked at my watch. "Hey um. . . are you waterproof?" I asked, feeling completely idiotic. No. Was the response. "Oh." I said and began to take it off. I'm bulletproof, waterproof, fireproof, and sand proof.

"Sand proof?" I said as I strapped the watch back on. Don't ask. Some idiot thought it would be okay to build a sandcastle with me still on their wrist. When I stopped working, I had to get fixed by. . . certain people. "What certain people?" I questioned as I stepped into the hot water. Warning. There is someone coming. "That is so not funny, watch. I told you. . " I stopped when I felt a touch on my waist.

"Aah!" I shrieked and whirled around. "Lyle?"  "Who else?" I guess I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say because I blurted, "you're naked!" He chuckled and his eyes raked over my body. "So are you." My mouth dropped open as heat flooded my cheeks. His eyes drifted back to my face. They darkened as I bit my lip. And I knew I shouldn't but. . .

My eyes travelled past his stomach and I whirled around quickly. I heard him chuckle. "Why are you here?" I said in a strangled voice. "What, I can't shower with my beautiful wife?" I shivered as his fingertips traced circles onto my stomach. My eyes drifted to his hand, watching as he did so. I had to admit, it took all my strength not to laugh, since I was  very ticklish.

I felt his lips on my neck and I bit my lip harder. His fingertips danced up my ribcage, to just underneath my breast. "Lyle," I said. He chuckled and his fingers still went up to the tip of my breast. I absolutely refused to make a sound. Ashley, it might happen today in the shower! The watch cooed, he's debating it.

I mentally groaned. The watch just had to say that didn't it. Lyle pressed me to him, and I flushed. "Lyle, please," I gasped.   He chuckled in my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut, my cheeks flushing deeper. The things he wants to do to you, Ashley, the watch said in a teasing voice. I sighed as his hand slid back down my waist, my stomach. I felt his lips stretch in a grin as that hand slithered in between my thighs. I tasted blood as my teeth pushed harder into my lip.

His fingers slowly ran down the center of me, slowly torturing me. I didn't mean to do it but I moaned very softly. Lyle bit the lobe of my ear, and I moaned again. Dammit, Lyle! What the fu-

He kissed my neck softly, and the watch said, hey Ashley. Hey Ashley. Hey Ashley. Hey- "What?" I groaned out loud. Lyle wants to fuck you. My cheeks flamed. 'How do you even know that?' I thought back. I can read his mind. So can you-'What?' I interrupted. -And you would not believe the thoughts he has about you!

I mentally cursed out the little band of gold and it giggled. Lyle slid that finger into me. I gasped and he laughed quietly. "Relax, Ashley." He breathed in my ear. I shivered. He pumped his finger once, twice, dragging a moan from me. I turned my head to him. He bared his teeth in a feral grin and pulled his finger from me. I 'watched' (oh come on! I had to!😁😂!) him taste that finger. His eyes lit up ravenously, and I kissed him.

I could taste my  essence on his lips; the feeling was foreign to me. Lyle turned me completely to him and wrapped his arms around my waist. And for a few hours, all we did was kiss.

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The watch was getting on my last nerve. Oh, come! Tell me one more story! It begged. I rolled my eyes. "No! How many times do I have to say it? My past with Lyle is private!" The hands on the watch spun furiously, and I could feel the anger radiating off of it. You know, it started in a tone I did not like at all, I could always look into your mind. . . I paled ever so slightly.

"What are you?" I breathed staring at it. I was currently sitting in a field of grass, talking privately with the watch. I told Lyle I was going for a walk and would be right back. You know what I am. Deep down, you know. I felt sick to my stomach all of a sudden. I knew what it was going to say. Stacy had been dropping little hints for you here and there. I took in a shuddering breath.

The truth was, Stacy had been dropping little hints. She always wore that watch, and one day I asked where she got it. "From a friend," she'd replied. I then told her I'd liked to meet this friend. She told me I couldn't. When I asked her why, she just ignored me. Then there were these times when she told me she had several meetings to go to, but not enough time. I'd seen her go to one meeting, and then she'd go to another one. But they were at the same time. I didn't know how, and I questioned her on it.

But once again she ignored me. "You are a watch," I started,"that not only displays time, but you can travel through it?" My palms began to sweat, and my heart raced in my ears. That was how Stacy did it. How she was so on top of everything, so organized. She must have gone into the future to see what would happen and then - Yes! Exactly. Your thoughts are too slow.

I blushed. "So can I. . . ?" Of course! The watch said. My powers are yours. But be careful. When you are feeling strong emotion, make sure that you distance yourself from citizens as far away as possible.

I nodded quickly. Better get back. The sun's setting. I gasped. "Oh, crap!" I shrieked. The sun was indeed, setting. I shot to my feet and bolted back home.
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I love Hollyn. She is my favorite singer ever. The reason I chose this song is because Ashley realizes she can't live without Lyle. And in a few chapters all will be explained why.

But the watch can travel back in time??? Why can't I find a magical golden watch worth thousands of dollars? If I did, I would fix my life. But then again I probably wouldn't be cause of all of those movies about everything ranging dramatically based one little time change. Like if I changed my name, or my brothers' name.

So yeah, I would go back in time to the best memories of my life like when my mom was alive.

What would you do? Write it in the comments.

Adios my peeps. Have a wonderful whatever time of day it is for you!(or night) 😘!