Sang Unleashed

Chapter Six

I’m blushing when I walk back into the living room, but it’s suspiciously empty. And I notice that my overnight bag is missing from the armchair Mr. Blackbourne left it in. I walk down the hall to my left, following the sounds I can hear coming from one of the rooms. I step into the room and see Mr. Blackbourne is stripped down to his boxers and is pulling the blankets back, getting ready for bed. I freeze in the doorway and stare for several moments. His body is absolute perfection.

“I brought your bag in here if you’d like to change, there’s a bathroom across the hall” he states, pulling me from my thoughts of him without those boxers in my way.

“Thank you” I say, reaching for my bag. I dig around, looking through the contents Gabriel packed. My shower bag, a skirt and blouse for tomorrow, and that’s it. No pajamas. No underwear. That sneak!

“What’s wrong?” Mr. Blackbourne asks when I slam my bag down on a chair in the corner.

“Oh nothing” I say. “I’m just going to kill Gabriel.”

Mr. Blackbourne laughs. Another laugh! “Might I ask why?”

“He failed to include pajamas in my bag” I begin.

“That’s okay, I have a shirt…” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“Or underwear” I finish.

“Oh” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“Exactly” I reply.

“Would you like to call him?” Mr. Blackbourne asks.

“No” I say. “I’m too tired to be mad right now.”

“Like I said, I have a shirt you can wear” Mr. Blackbourne offers. “And boxers if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

“Just the shirt’s fine” I say. “No offense, but you’re a bit bigger than me and your boxers would just slide right off anyway.”

“Fair enough” Mr. Blackbourne says while handing me the shirt he just discarded. It still smelled like him. Spring soap and arousal.

I’m reminded of our time together on the couch and can’t help but want to touch him. If only he would let me touch him like he touched me, I’m sure I would be sated and could sleep.

I crawl into bed, making sure to pause when I’m hovering over him. I lean down, pressing a kiss to his pectoral muscle and it twitches under my attention.

“Sang, we should sleep” Mr. Blackbourne says, but it sounds like a warning. How far will he let me push this? How far do I want to push this?

That question gives me pause. Am I waiting to lose my virginity because I’m not ready or am I waiting because they keep telling me that I’m not ready? From what I learned, people that love each other, express that love physically. I know that I love them. I know that they love me, though no one but Dr. Green has outright said it yet. Is that what I should wait for, for them to say they love me? Does that mean I should let Dr. Green be my first because he was the first to express his love for me?

“Owen?” I hedge, settling my body down beside him. Leaving no room between our torsos and entangling my legs with his.

“Yes?” he answers, obviously on edge.

I smile up at him, reassuring him that I’m not pushing him at this particular moment. In another few moments maybe, but not right this second.

“Do the guys tell each other that they love one another?” I ask.

He’s quiet a moment before answering, “no, I don’t think they do.”

“They should” I say, laying my head down on his shoulder, running my fingers over his chest and down his abs.