Mated to a Drak

Chapter 3

She stepped into the shower the next evening with a smile, although her head had been sore in the morning when she got up from the wine the night before, she felt more herself now. She had decided not to tell Ruby about her sexy schizophrenic attack in the middle of the street as it would only frighten her. Putting it out of her mind as best she could, the pair had a fabulous night, drinking, laughing, eating unhealthy food and quoting all the lines as the film went on. By the time it got to the famous shopping scene, and both having had a few glasses of wine at that point, they had actually shouted “Big Mistake, Huge!” causing Mrs Gordon from the apartment below to bang the ceiling.

Lily thought back over her day, a pretty enjoyable average day. She had slept in later than usual that morning, taking advantage of not having to get up for work. She had then spent the rest of the day applying for jobs online, doing a bit of painting and then having a Supernatural marathon with Ruby, arguing about which brother was the hottest, until Ruby had left for Wee Sean’s, the bar she worked at.

Lily while washing her hair finally allowed herself to think about the kiss. Rather than feeling worried that she was losing her mind, like she knew she should, she began to think about how it had felt. She started to feel hot and prickly, with heat once again pooling between her legs. Wow, even thinking about an imaginary kiss was leaving her more turned on than she could her remember.

In fact she could swear she could smell the lemony scent again, and the more detailed the thoughts, the stronger the scent got. She began to imagine he was there in the bathroom with her, watching her, she could practically feel his eyes on her again. She thought about how good his lips had felt; gentle but firm. Would he kiss her all over with the same firmness?

That chest, those arms, how they would feel? He looks so strong; the image of him easily picking her up, kissing her with such passion, touching her all over, pressing her against the shower wall and entering her popped into her mind with such intensity, she moaned.

She jumped as there was a loud crash from right outside the shower cubicle; she stopped moving, stopped breathing and listened. Someone else really was out there inside the bathroom with her.

Fear ripped though her, replacing her arousal. She turned the water off quickly. Feeling more vulnerable than she has ever felt before in her life. Even though she knew Ruby had left for work already she still called out quietly and hopefully, “Hello? Ruby? Is that you?” It was barely a whisper.

Silence was her only response.

“Is there someone out there?” she called a little louder this time.

But again silence met her.

“This isn’t funny. Whoever it is, you’re scaring me.”

When again no one answered, she took a deep breath to brace herself; adrenaline pumping she gripped the shower curtain and slowly peeped around the edge. Half expecting a psycho moment, she was surprised to find the bathroom was empty.

After a moments inspection she spotted what had caused the noise. The towel rack had been ripped away from the wall. Eyes wide she starred at it in amazement; the rack had been 2 metal poles with 4 screws either side. She didn’t even realise it was loose, now it was on the ground, and all the tiles and plaster around it was torn off the wall, and scattered around the room. Her arm snaked out and snapped up the towel, tile and plaster tinkling on the ground as she picked it up and wrapped it around herself.

Feeling a little better now she wasn’t completely naked, she gingerly stepped out; careful to avoid the sharp tile with her bare feet. She padded over to the towel rack and picked it up, her stomach dropped as she could clearly see the imprint of what looked like a rather large man’s hand in the metal bar.