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Chapter Thirty Nine

APHRODITE

I opened the sheet to inspect my shaky lower half and tried to get my trembling legs to right themselves and decided that maybe I allowed Scott to go a little too hard on me.

I brushed that worry off quickly. It wasn't like I tried to stop him. In fact, I encouraged it because it felt so good.

Once I realized that Scott was holding back the first time, I wasn't surprised at all that my legs were shaky like that after I got three full doses of his rough needs when it came to sex. It didn't shock me when I discovered his true pace, his almost animalistic need to take me the way he did, and I loved it.

Once my legs could hold the rest of my body, I sauntered over to my suitcase and pulled out a few things, before quietly and carefully opening the garage door to make my way to the bathroom in the warehouse.

I looked into the mirror and saw a mess.

My long blonde hair was completely mussed from a restless sleep and a long night of sex. I had smeared black mascara underneath my eyelids and my lips were still faintly stained that dark red. I leaned in to stare closer at my lips and remembered the shocking act of Scott kissing me after I came back. I rubbed my lips together, tasted them, and found that I wanted to feel his mouth there again because those lips were so tasty.

I've come to find... that I'm not done with you yet.

I said that to Scott last night and realized that I was still not done.

I thought more about the situation as I cleaned myself up as best as I could. I brushed my teeth, tried to fix my hair, and washed my face. As I continued washing myself, I wondered when exactly I was going to go back to my old life, my real life after I was done with this crazy scheme of realized wanting and desire. It wasn't an option for me to stay here forever. I wouldn't allow it to be an option. Scott's life was one I could never be accepted in, and I didn't think he wanted me around all the time. I only returned in the first place because I was tired of regretting the things I truly wanted in life. And I really did want to go back to Aristos. I wanted to find him and be with him, the person I knew I truly wanted to be with.

And society would never accept the pull I felt around Scott, the twisted sense of obligation I still had concerning him. Scott had kidnapped me. But if society was wrong, then how the hell was I supposed to know what was right?

I didn't know, so I did what I wanted and returned to be with him because I was sick of the frustration of denial.

I rubbed moisturizer on my lips and knew that once I was done with the frustration I would go back to the world and the life I knew I needed to return to. This very strange relationship that had formed between us would have to end when we were both done. I didn't think I could even refer to me and Scott as lovers. I couldn't exactly figure out a name for what was going on with us, so I decided not to think about it too much.

I cleaned myself of any leftover bodily trace of last night, pulled on clean panties, my black leggings, and had to be content with just a black bra because I neglected to reach for a shirt. I cleaned up my mess, exited the bathroom, and walked as fast as I could back to Scott's room in the hopes of no one seeing me in my bra.

I stumbled a little when I locked eyes with Scott as he was calmly sitting on the edge of the bed when I returned to his room.

I felt a brief moment of awkwardness as I blinked at him and realized that I was very rusty when it came to this sort of thing. This was a lot different than when I was with Aristos because he and I had a shared and unspoken comfortability with each other that Scott and I didn't have. And at the beginning, Aristos and I just mostly yelled at each other when he would destroy the house, so there was never room for awkwardness, just yelling and fucking. But as I stared at Scott, sitting perfectly content with his arms crossed over each other and the sheets around his hips, I remembered why I had driven all the way there to return to him. His eyes made me shiver, his body made my hands itch to touch, and that calm, tactical demeanor made my skin heat with a feeling I came to fully accept. I felt certain things around him that I hadn't with anyone else. And because that thought alone was too complicated at the moment, I brushed it off completely.