Romans & histoires One More Step

She whispered softly and then laid back and opened her legs. " Step one is." Part 3 loading•••••••••••••••••••••••

Then I spoke, "Alright. What's step one?" She smiled softly. "Step one is rest. You sound like you're dying. Sleep. Then tomorrow? Find out where he lives. Get him flowers. Strange ones. The kind he'll appreciate." "He doesn't like flowers." "Right, I forgot. Mini desserts. Or sparkly nonsense. Just. show up, Creed. Be human." I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Thanks, Carrie." "Don’t thank me yet. You’re going to hate me by step five."

I pour myself a cup and lean against the counter, staring at the steam rising from it like it might carry answers if I look long enough. This is what getting over someone looks like, I tell myself. I try to tick of the mental checklist that I am doing it right. Awkward mornings, today is one. Distance, done. Normal conversations, when Dev gets back. No touching… Easy. Easier said that done because my chest feels tight and restless, like it is waiting for something to go wrong on purpose. I hear him before I see him. Devon’s footsteps on the stairs. Slower than usual.

And then more or less, try to be as soundless with my steps as possible. ****************

“Are you alone? If you are, then follow these instructions carefully.” Another text came in. “I see your car. Now step out, don’t be scared. Look straight ahead. You’d see an oak tree. By the side, you’d see some red swings and slides. When you get there, make a left and you’ll find me by the fountain.”

thank you for being here till now Thank you so much see you soon ❤️

The voice called againband it made me angry, fueling my determination. “No, I am not weak! Not now, not in the past, not ever!” I screamed, and this time, I could hear my own voice. My hope renewed again, and a smile of relief washed over my face. I kept on pulling, until I could no longer feel the wait pulling me back. Gradually, I put my feet forward, walking slowly. From slow steps, I migrated into normal strides. From normal strides, I migrated into.fast strides, until I was running.

One step at a time. And somehow, that feels like enough.

My will crumbled as I experienced a mixture of shame and pleasure from his ministrations. "Please… Please stop…" I pleaded as a final resort, but he didn't look like he was going to stop any moment. Instead, he quickened and intensified his assault on me, sending me deeper into a state of ecstasy. I thought that I was doomed for sure. However, right at that moment, there was another knock on the door, and I could hear Damon's mother, Jennifer Reyes, calling out to me kindly at the door. "Vicky! I brought over some of your favorite cottage pie. But why is Renee crying so hard? Come out and check on her, will you?"

My phone keeps ringing, and I keep ignoring it. After a while, I see her mutter something and stand still for a few seconds before turning around and exiting the compound. I'm sorry Esther, I had to waste your time today. But on the bright side, you passed the test. We'd see next time. Just not today.