She was mine. That was it.
The tsunami of pleasure hit us both at the same time. We collapsed, bucked, and writhed through the abyss of heaven together, clinging onto one another as we did. I didn’t notice that my hands were holding onto Christine just a little bit too tight until I let them fall away.
Angry red scratch marks.
Just another way that I was marking my territory.
“Oh, Brandon,” Christine rasped as she reached back to touch my cheek. “I have missed you.”
“Mmm.” I buried my face in her hair, in her neck, inhaling her delicious sweaty scent. “Me too. You have no idea.”
6
CHRISTINE
This had been the best weekend of my life. Truly. All the shit I’d been through the last few days with people gossiping about me behind my back, spreading rumors that were only loosely based in truth, meant nothing compared to this.
As I snuggled under Brandon’s arm, watching some movie he’d recommended, enjoying the candlelight and the glass of wine he’d given us to have with our Chinese take-out, I was honestly the most joyful I had ever been.
Parts of my life had been very dark. But none of that mattered anymore. I felt like I was going to be shrouded in light for the rest of my life.
“Oh God, why did he do that?” I suddenly jolted as a brutal stabbing took place on screen. Admittedly, I wasn’t exactly following the plotline too much because I was too busy side-eyeing him and wondering how I got so lucky to have this gorgeous hunk with me.
“He’s letting his dark side out,” Brandon laughed. He wasn’t hiding behind his fingers like I was. “That’s what this whole movie is about.”
I had to look away as the stabbing continued. Did there have to be so much blood? I was pretty sure the same message could have been put across without it being so visceral. I screwed up my face and prayed for the moment to be over.
We weren’t far into the film. Was it only going to get worse?
I didn’t normally choose horror for myself as a rule. I was more into the light-hearted rom-coms and things like that. But I didn’t want Brandon to think I was a wimp.
Mission failed for sure.
“Oh, come on,” he laughed. “Everybody likes these movies.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m not one for blood.”
My one real experience with blood, which came when I was only young, had put me off forever. Living in my own horror movie made it hard for me to see one. Sure, I was supposed to be really opening up to Brandon this weekend—we were doing this so we could get to know one another better—but I didn’t think it would be a good idea to bring up deep trauma here and now.
“Okay, but your dark side doesn’t have to involve blood,” Brandon insisted. “There must be something else deep inside of you. Everyone has it.”
I tried to think of a cool way to answer this, but I didn’t have one. All I could do was shrug helplessly and hope this didn’t mean he thought less of me.
“I don’t think I do. I can’t think of anything.”
Brandon pulled back and stared at me. “So, you’re trying to tell me that you really are the good girl you seem like you are? There’s nothing bad about you?”
I pursed my lips about, trying to make this playful instead. “I guess I’m your polar opposite. Because you are the bad boy professor.”
Brandon’s eyes twinkled. Either he loved the banter, or he loved my vision of him.
“How much of a bad boy do you think I am?”
“Ooh, the worst,” I hissed while pulling him in for a kiss. Truth be told, I would much rather kiss him than watch this gory movie. It wasn’t for me. “The worst of the worst.”
“Do you want to see how much of a bad boy I am?”
My pulse started to pound with that thrilling statement. I nodded and watched as he rose off the couch. Was I about to get some sexy strip show or something? That I could go for. I was a little red raw because my body hadn’t been given much of a break, but goddamn I had butterflies flapping violently in my panties once more.