𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚The guard at my family mansion's gate does a double take when I wave at him and blush before nodding back, saying nothing about my state of dressing. Marcos or Cameron’s hoodie is two sizes too big, but my breasts make great use of the space with every step I take.My face warms when I walk past, fighting the intense urge to cover myself with my arms, knowing he has gotten a glimpse of my traitorous nipples that are hard as rocks. It’s my fault for getting myself stuck in the rain and ruining my bra—ugh! I look behind me even when I know Marcos and Cameron are long gone with my wet clothes.“Is there a problem, Miss Hawthorne?” The man asks from his post, keeping his eyes on my face.“No—I mean yes, but I can’t do anything about it, thank you.” Shaking my head, I turn back to face the long trek to the house. I groan when my thighs protest at the thought. How bad would it have been to have Cameron and Marcos drive me up?Twenty sweaty minutes later, I push open the back do
𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚“You’re not going to run off again, are you?” Marcos’ breath tickles my neck. “Give me a few more minutes and you won’t have to.”I have been awake for a while, and my bladder is screaming at me, but Marcos’ arm tightens around my center every time I move, trapping me against his warm body.“I need to pee,” I complain, tapping his arms. “You need to release me or I’ll go right here.”Marcos mumbles something and loosens his grip, allowing me to wiggle out. I run to the bathroom, deem the toilet usable, and sigh while relieving myself. The bathroom looks like it has been remodeled, and I wonder how much Cameron pays for the room.There are several products in the drawers that don’t look safe to use, so I splash water on my face and gargle a few times to get rid of the funny taste in my mouth.Marcos is sitting up when I return to the room, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “I wasn’t able to pack any toiletries because I didn’t think we would need it, so we can refrain from sp
𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚What was I thinking, jumping into bed with Marcos and Cameron, almost as naked as the day I was born, despite the fact that we have never been that intimate before—at least, I had been a little with Marcos, but never with Cameron. My skin tingles where Cameron was pressed into me all night, and I fight the delicious shiver that curls into my spine and doesn’t let go until it reaches my toes.It had been too much, the sensations and feelings are too raw and unprocessed, so I'd ran away before either of them could wake up. Call me a coward and I’ll accept it any day, but I’m not ready to open up to anyone. I probably never will be, but that too is fine. My body and mind carry scars I’m not ready to dig up, and no man would want to touch me with a five-foot-long pole when they realize how damaged I am. I need to remember that.Leaning my head on the cold glass of the cab I’m currently in, I trace the raindrops weaving unending patterns on the window, pulling me every which w
𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧Nathaniel drifts to sleep after the doctor comes to check on him, he is going to recover quickly and needs a lot of bed rest. He asks to be discharged, but the doctor tells him to give it a few more days so they could monitor his progress.He clutches the bag of chips to his chest, deep in his slumber and my heart hurts taking in the sight of the most important people in my life. Already aware of Nathaniel’s harrowing past and how much he hates to be reminded of it, let alone talk about it, it's safe to say that I was beyond shocked when he began opening up to Aretha, giving her a watered-down version of the real story but still willingly telling her about it nonetheless. And if that isn't enough to show how he unconsciously feels about the woman who'd slowly wormed her way into our lives over the past few months, then I don't know what will.But when I recall how he adamantly continued to blame himself for his twin sister's death in front of Aretha, it makes me frown.
𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥A quick study of my body tells me I’m going to be sore for a while, and survive getting shot again if the bullet doesn’t hit any vital organs. The pain meds the nurse gave me before she left are doing their job religiously, and I fight the seductive beckon of sleep.Though it’s cowardly to seek that comfort rather than fall down the rabbit hole of peeling myself open, Marcos and Cameron know half of the story, parts I’m not ready to tell Aretha, and the second part includes everybody so I have to come clean.“We have a lot of things to unbox, but I will spare us the unnecessary details and skip right to the heart of it.” I shift until I get comfortable. “Before I do that, I want to say you all found out in ways I would have never envisioned, and if it were up to me, you would still be sheltered from the truth of my life.”“I know you have questions, and I only ask that you let me finish what I have to say before you attack me. Marcos and Cameron know about my family
𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚“The wounds are healing nicely,” the kind nurse poking my thigh nods her head at my progress. It has been a week since Aren kidnaps me, stabs me, and shoots Nathaniel. Some days it feels like a nightmare, and other days it’s too real to cast aside.“Can I start bathing without covering them?”“I would advise you hold off on that enticing thought for another week. I want to watch it till then, so you’ll have to clean this area after you bathe.” She pulls off her gloves with a smile and tosses them in the bin. “One more week, and all of this will be over.”I smile back politely, tugging my skirt down to cover my thighs. “Thank you.” That’s the best I can manage for now.Marcos stands when the nurse draws back the curtains, handing me a cup of coffee and a doughnut.“I know you didn’t have breakfast this morning.”I nod, stuffing my face with the doughnut, knowing I’ll likely not eat anything else until night falls or I’m forced to leave the hospital by nurses who need to cl