Haunted

The first session Pt. 2

Eden

"A game?" I ask curiously as his eyes sparkle at me, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a large bag of M&Ms.

"Just so we get to know each other a bit more before we get too serious."

He means he wants to know you inside and out baby, he's just trying to get you to spread your legs.

He's not like that!

Don't be stupid, you saw the way he was looking at you while you were doing yoga. He wants you. The main voice sneers before his sidekick chimes in, He can't have you. You're ours.

If he touches you I'll fucking kill him.

"Jesus, will you just shut the fuck up already?" I snap and Doctor Styles' eyes widen, shit I said that out loud. Yea, because you're batshit crazy! The voice that's always quick to speak up snaps as I jump up and pace the floor while pulling my hair at the root.

"I'm not fucking crazy!" I growl, yes you are. You tried to kill the man that raised you, the man that you claim to love so much." The evil voice chides as I break down sobbing.

"I didn't want to hurt him, you made me hurt him!"

He touched you, you're ours. The voice that rarely speaks pops up.

"Hey, you're alright Eden." A new voice whispers softly as I feel warm, muscular arms wrap around me.

He's touching you! One voice growls demonically. Don't let him touch you! Another one adds.

I like it, I feel safe with him.

Congratulations Eden, you just signed his death certificate. The last voice sneers before they fade into the back of my mind.

All I can hear is his steady breathing, his heartbeat, and his comforting words. I turn and bury my head in his strong chest. "You're going to be ok, I'm not giving up until you're happy Eden. I promise you." He whispers as I relax against him.

This is the closest I've been to a man since before the accident, this is the first time since then that I allowed myself to be touched.... To be held.

After a few moments, he pulls away and tilts my head up to meet his kind green eyes, for the first time in years my mind was clear. I could actually think without the three evil voices in my head. Before I even realize I'm rising to my tiptoes and pressing my lips against his.

He responds immediately as he molds his lips to mine, his lips taste like strawberry and sweet tea. His large hands run down to my waist as I grip his shirt. It's been so long since I've been kissed but I don't remember it ever feeling like this.

One of his hands trail up and cup my jaw as his tongue sweeps across my bottom lip. My lips part as a whimper escapes. He slips his tongue past my lips as my body feels like it's about combust. The voices were quiet, almost nonexistant. It's like he's scared them off or something.

I pull away slightly and look up at him, next thing I know the cool glass of the windowed wall is against my back, he crashes his lips against mine again feverishly. His firm body presses against mine as our kiss grows more and more heated.

The kiss felt like it went on for hours when in reality it lasted maybe five minutes tops, his hand cups my jaw gently as he pulls away. "I'm sorry, I-"

"I kissed you, you have no reason to be sorry." I cut him off and he purses his lips.

"Well, I didn't exactly stop you did I?" He points out as he caresses my cheek, my eyes fall down to the floor unable to hold his intense gaze. "I know it's wrong and everything but honestly.... I don't regret it."