Mine (Jenlisa)

twenty three.

Lisa's POV~

When I reached the locks on the door, she did not even look at me. Her nose was buried on the book, a thriller. Her eyes stayed glued in one place though and she did not turn the page once. I could sense her eyes tracking me in her peripheral vision.

An interesting fact- when you see something in the corner of your eye, everything is black and white. The light entering at such an extreme angle doesn't hit the central cones and rods that show color. I wondered what shade of gray she saw in me. I turned to her and saw her eyes flit down the page.

"Tonight, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"You said-"

"You can do anything you want to do to me. That's the trade."

Irritation scraped at my nerves.

"I am giving you a chance to make it easier on yourself kitten."

"I don't want it to be easier."

"You like it rough?" I stood at the foot of the bed, :No, don't answer. I will just do whatever I think you'll like." She didn't say a word.

I came over next to her on the bed and lay beside her. As I slid my hand over her chest, her breath caught in her throat. I measured her heartbeat. It was slow, steady.

I nuzzled my face into her hair and pressed my mouth against her neck. Her heart jumped under my hand.

"How do you like the book?" She whimpered.

I licked the soft spot at the end of her jawline, sucked softly at the skin there. Then harder.

"Oh!"

"Not the best writing? You haven't turned the page since I've been here."

She shut the book with more force than was necessary and let it fall to her side.
Her scent was enough to make me hard and I pressed against her. As she stared silently at the ceiling, her tongue came out to moisten her bottom lip.

"Tell me you want me," I said teasingly.

"No."

"Then tell me you want me."

"No."

Her heart raced under my palm. Slowly, carefully, I eased myself away from her. This is dangerous and I could not take her now. Not now. I struggled to keep myself from pinning her down, taking her right then. If she could not make up her mind, I will not make it for her. For the first time in a long time, I found myself wanting something I could not have, and although I wanted to take it; I couldn't bring myself to. I turned at the doorway and looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Dim gray curves in my bed.

The new brass lock on the door shone brightly in front of me. I touched the deadbolt with my finger. Cool metal. I wanted to touch her, her warm skin, her deliciously tender breasts.

"Don't kill anyone while you are out there."

"I won't," I said. She was teasing, yet not teasing. I struggled to find the word to ask what I wanted to ask.

"When I come back..." I trailed off. I had never felt so uncertain, so uncomfortable around anyone. I felt as though I had opened up a part of myself that I should not have opened. It irritated me, grated on my nerves. Did she really care about me? And why did it matter?

"Do what you want," she said.

What more could I ask for?

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