Inside my room, the one I shared with Bailey, for the past two years I feel nostalgic. This is the room where we grew so close. We shared heartache and laughter. The warm feeling doesn’t last long though. My eyes land on a photo of Ezra, on my desk. We made a lot of happy memories in this room too. Ezra first told me he loved me laying on my small bed. The butterfly wings in your stomach, can’t sleep, can’t eat feeling vanishes before it can really form. That new exciting feeling is gone. I shake away the memories we’ve made in this small room and change out of my tarnished clothing.
I need to do laundry anyway when I get back to the apartment.
Holden returns still wearing a shit eating grin spread across his asshole face.
“Here I was hoping you’d still be all wet.”
“I’m not in the mood, Holden,” I warn him.
“Come on, we both know it wouldn’t take much for me to get you in the mood,” he teases as he steps into the room, sucking up all of the oxygen with him.
I can’t fight the smile that tugs on the corners of my mouth. I shake my head and toss a bag at him. “Take this down to your truck, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He salutes me like a dork.
Shaking off his antics, I go back to work sorting through the rest of my belongings.
I’m making good progress when Holden starts reading from one of my notebooks.
“He wrote poetry in waves that raged against the shore of my body and then he left me to drown.
My favorite flavor is the taste of you on my lips.
Slow like honey, I want to drip my essence on your tongue.
I can’t erase the stain of your sweat from my skin…I don’t want to.
The flick of my tongue against your clit…my desire.
A hole in my soul is all that you have left me with.
You give me butterflies…with one look.
I want to steal you away, take you somewhere he never has.
I want to touch you in places he’s never been.
I want to own you…every inch.”
His voice is cool and domineering as he speaks my words as though he wrote them himself.
“Did you write this?”
I nod as my face turns ten shades of red.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. I’m impressed.”
“You don’t think it’s dumb?”
His eyes soften, and he steps closer to me as I go to grab my dirty wet clothes and stuff them into a bag. Holden grabs my wrist and fingers the black lace panties in my hand. “It’s hella sexy, Con.”
My body trembles as he takes the black lace garment and holds it up to his nose and inhales deeply. “Goddamn, you smell fucking good.”
“Holden, you shouldn’t…do that.”
He holds a finger to my lips and I desperately want to lick it.
“Why?”