Sin

Chapter Seven

-Syn-

What a fucking tease???? How could he leave without a word for a week and then blatantly play out the fucking dreams I have been having since he left. I am fuming, how dare he?? Who does he think he is? Oh, ya, the ruiner of my fucking life.

I realize that I am entirely mad at myself, not him. I felt naïve and pathetic. He killed my family. He ruined my life. He has kept me captive here. Tormenting me physically and mentally. And I somehow develop a feeling towards him. That I need him? I spent hours in the training room after he left and continued to destroy everything in sight, only stopping until I felt at ease with myself again.

It was really late by the time I made it back to my room.

I sit on my bed with my head in my hands. Feeling torn down the middle of the brief interaction, the only interaction that we have had all week. We have gone almost a few months of being inseparable to going a week without seeing or speaking, with no warning, might I add.

I throw a pillow across the room, but it didn't make me feel any better, so I threw my nightstand instead. I feel so tense, like I am going to explode.

I can't help but wonder if this will make him disappear again. And disappear for an even longer amount of time. I wrap my arms around myself at the worried thought. An empty pit fills my stomach. I contemplate going to his room, hoping to see him at least one more time. But when I think of him running away from my touch, I feel ashamed. I will not put myself in that position of weakness again.

Right when I am about to get up and make my way to the shower, I hear a knock at the door. I assumed it was another storm trooper there to inform me that Kylo had gone away on another mission. I doubt he would bother to have anyone look after me this time, let alone notify me that he was gone again. I shake my head at the thought of Kylo caring for my concerns.

I press a button, now that I have been granted access to leave my room as a I please, (officially moved up from slave girl to apprentice- woohoo! ~rolls eyes~) and I let my door slide open.

And he is there. Kylo Ren came back to me.

Could I have a word with you?

I stand in the threshold not being able to hide my surprise. But he still holds himself with such strict composure. I could no longer see the resentment flowing off his well-built shoulders. I quickly nod and step to the side to let him in. He lightly brushes against me as he enters my room and he smells of his sweet sweat and musk.

I let the door close behind me as I turn to face him. He is standing in the middle of my room as I wait for him to speak. Instead, I watch as he presses a small button below his helmet, releasing the mouth guard. He then pulls off his sinful mask, the mask that I have always hated, but have secretly searched for everyday.

His eyes are the deepest brown I have ever seen. With pale porcelain skin and a scar tracing down from his right eye, across his cheek to his collar bone. His lips are full and perfectly red. And his hair is an even deeper, luscious brown. So close to black. I stand and admire for what doesn't seem long enough. I can no longer contain myself. His lips are begging to me admired. His eyes are studying my every move. So, I move closer to him, feeling my breath hitch in my throat. As if holding my breath will keep him from running away again. I let my hand reach out to his, waiting for him to leave, waiting for a sign that I was doing something wrong. But he didn't move. He stayed staring at my daring actions.

I let my eyes fall as I begin to delicately remove his gloves. His hand slides from the material and I lay out my hand to him, letting his glove fall to the floor. I keep my hand still and patient for him. I want him to know that I am here and willing. He lets the tip of his index finger trace the palm of my hand. Surges of energy flow between our touch feeling like lightening in my palm.