Affinity

Chapter Six

You stir, still half asleep, reaching out to the body lying next to you, seeking his warmth. Instead of warmth, you are greeted with the feeling of cold silk, tapping around you searching. You peek an eye open to find yourself alone in your bed. Did I dream Kylo came to my room last night?

You brush your hand to your lips, the memory of his kiss flashes through your mind making you clench your thighs together, heat rising. He was here. Where did he go?

Slipping out of bed, you make your way to the kitchen, searching for him. Just as you enter into the kitchen area, your door opens, making you jump. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with your eyes. Kylo didn't walk into your chambers; one of his masked guards entered. A cold chill ran down your spine. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why is he here?

The masked man glanced in your direction, making eye contact with you from behind the mask. As he made his way over to where you were standing, you backed up until your ass hit the kitchen cabinets. He had you trapped, and your heart was pounding in your chest.

"Master Ren is waiting for you in the training room. I will take you to him." He said his voice deep and modified with the mask. "You'll need to change. Be quick." He moved and plopped himself down on the couch, spreading out and making himself at home.

You stood there, not sure what just happened. Your heart was racing as you to try to gather yourself.

"Master Ren will not appreciate it if you are late." He said.

"Uh... right, I'll be out quickly," you responded as you fled into the safety of your bedroom. Shutting the door behind you, you let out a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. "They will not harm you. No one will." Kylo's voice from yesterday flooded your mind, calming you instantly.

Taking one last breath, you moved to the refresher to quickly get ready for your training. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you gasp. Your hair is all over the place, and you still had a faint pink hue around your neck, looking like someone had manhandled you. Well, didn't he? Your lips were redder than usual, more evidence that last night was not a dream. Cheeks heating, you remember that Kylo's guard had just seen you in such a state. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you start to get ready.

Splashing water on your face and brushing through your hair, trying to hurry, not wanting to anger Kylo. You make your way to the closet, trying to find something to train in. All I see are dresses and heals, how the hell am I supposed to train in that. Tearing through the drawers in the island, you spot some items that could work.

Pulling out black pants and a black top, you lay it on the counter. The clothes looked like they would be skin tight you. The top had straps all around the base and looked complicated. Well, I don't have time to figure that out. Throwing the top back in the drawer, you grabbed a different black top; this one was simple, the neckline cut into a slight V but not too outrageous. Sighing, you changed quickly, finding a pair of black shoes to throw on. Before exiting the closet, you looked in the floor-length mirror. The leggings were long and dipped into your shoes; your top showed just a peek of skin between the leggings and the top. Huh. I look kinda good.

You make your way back out to see the masked man you left in the living room sitting on the couch, his scythe resting across his legs. Clearing your throat to get his attention, "I'm ready to go."

The man gets up, his movement almost as fluid as Kylo's; what is with these men being so in control of everything. You sense his gaze landing on you behind his mask; his grip tightens around his weapon, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

He moves toward your door, opening it with his hand moving slightly forward, signaling for you to walk out. Okay, this is it. Whatever happens today, I got this—no more timid, weak me. Taking a deep breath, you walk out your room into the empty hallway.