A Secret Society of Saviors

Ch. 4

Ch.4 Part 1 Charlotte’s POV

               It’s been a month since Kyle’s foster mom passed and school had started up for the girls again, the September sun was still hot but summer was over. I had gotten to know Annie and Bianca very well, and we just finished decorating their rooms. I have to admit, having Kyle and the girls living with me has really helped me. I have been becoming more aware of people’s emotions after a heart wrenching night with Kyle and Annie where I was not as sympathetic as I needed to be for Annie which ended up in quite the round between Kyle and I, of course we made sure the girls never knew a thing about that. Living with the two girls has made me give a lot more of me than I originally thought there was to give.

And when I’m with Kyle we just spent time together talking and we were always touching. Sometimes it was as simple as holding hands on the couch, but we were always touching. I learned a lot of interesting things about Kyle. I mean after we met, I knew things about him but that was mainly that he liked his coffee black and that you have to work at it to get him to even touch a salad. What I learned was that he worked at Sotheby’s art auctioning house he was in charge of coordinating the private art auctions which was huge. And it made sense when he finally told me, I had never thought about that he used his knowledge on art as a living.

We had always discussed different arts and new artists and old artists, it was refreshing to have a serious conversation about opinions in art. But Kyle’s job had him very busy. He worked week days from nine to four and always left home in a suit and came home with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. So he dropped the girls off at school at 8 after I cooked everyone breakfast and then I would pick the Bianca up first at 3 o clock before driving across town to pick up Annie at her school at 3:15. We would get home and everyone would eat some snacks and I would talk to the girls about whatever girl things they wanted to talk about or if there was anything they wanted to ask my advice on but not tell Kyle, then I was there. Kyle would then get home at 4:30 and he would give the girls a kiss on the forehead before giving me a long kiss on the lips. It was always that routine. The events in the day were never the same, but the layout was generally always the same.

It was the new Monday in the week and Kyle’s alarm went off at 6:15. I had to pry my eyes open and I looked up at Kyle. He was a sleep hugger, no matter how I went to bed I would always wake up wrapped in Kyle’s arms. I nudged Kyle with my shoulder and he groaned.

“Ky, time to get up.” I said and Kyle opened his eyes to look at me. He gave me a smile which I returned.  Kyle moved his arm just to drag his hand down my side and to grab my naked waist. He rolled us over so he was looking down at me, Kyle kissing down my body and I giggled at the feeling as I played with his hair. I admired Kyle’s strong back as Kyle rested his head on my lower abdomen. Another thing that I didn’t so much learn about Kyle over this time, but I came to quickly understand just how much he loves touching. He’s addicted to skin, especially my skin. I once asked him about it and he just replied that he loved how I felt. So I always made sure to take care of my body just because of the way Kyle always loved to touch me, a lot of the time it wasn’t even sexual like this right now. It wasn’t sexual in the least bit, but he just loved feeling.

The second alarm went off signaling six thirty and Kyle groaned kissing underneath my belly button as he pushed himself up off of me and climbed out of my bed naked. Kyle looked over at me and he held out his hand for mine and he pulled me off the bed. He winked down at me before heading to the bathroom. I heard the shower start up and I went to my closet to put on my pajama bottoms and a tank top. With that I opened the door to our room. It was an agreement that on the nights when Kyle and I had the door closed that it was best not to interrupt. When I opened the door little Bianca was standing right in front of it. I blinked at her shocked.