Chapter Six #2
But for some horrible, godforsaken reason, he couldn’t seem to move his hands. Why couldn’t he move his hands?
“Roman!”
That was Abi’s voice, but her mouth wasn’t moving.
“Roman! You’ve fallen asleep.”
Abi disappeared from his vision and as he opened his eyes, he saw the desk beneath him, then he saw Abi, only she wasn’t straddling his lap. She was still dressed in her suit.
“You’re burning up,” she said.
Ah, that was right, Abigail’s menstrual cycle had been nearly two weeks ago now.
She was due another one soon, and he’d get to watch new movies with her.
He wasn’t watching movies, though. There was a nasty bug going around the office, and now that he was awake and not in his dream world, everything felt a little shitty.
Abigail wasn’t breaking their office agreement.
“Come on, you’re not working today,” Abigail said.
“I’ve got to work.”
“Roman, do you even remember the last person you saw today?” she asked.
“You. You came into my office, closed the blinds, locked the door, and you were going to have your way with me.”
“Okay,” Abigail said.
He groaned as she helped him up off the chair, and it felt like someone had put the thermostat up.
“We need to turn the thermostat down. It’s way too hot. No wonder we’re all going to die with global warming.”
“The thermostat is not on. We don’t put it on until it’s cold enough, but you’re burning up.”
She forced him out of the chair, and everything ached. Roman just wanted to collapse into a ball and be left alone, not touched.
“I’m getting you home.”
“I need to stay here.”
“You’re not staying here,” she said. “Come on.” She let out a little grunt, and he groaned.
This didn’t feel so good.
Abigail put him back in his seat and grabbed his cell phone. She put his thumb to the phone, and it scanned his identity, giving her access to his cell phone. He had nothing to hide.
“Carl, can you come up? We need to take him home. He’s burning up, and he’s way too sick to continue. I’m struggling to lift him, and I don’t think he’s well enough to make it to the elevator.”
This morning, he had woken up fine. Well, he hadn’t been totally fine. He ached all over, but that was no different to most days. He ached a lot, and perhaps he was just getting old and this was his body’s way of saying he needed to slow down.
“Hello, sir,” Carl said, and he was suddenly floating, apart from the fact his feet hurt. “One step in front of the other.”
“Abi?”
“I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here.”
Roman didn’t know how one moment he was in the office, and the next, he was in the back of the car. Abi was there by his side. Even though it hurt his arm, he banded it around her waist and pulled her in close.
“Roman!”
“I want to feel you against me. I understand if you just want to go home. You can. Trust me, I’m going to be miserable.”
“Just rest. I’m not going anywhere.”
He was pretty sure there might have been a brief kiss to the lips, but he wasn’t entirely sure. He wanted to fuck her.
No, he didn’t want to fuck her. There was no way his cock was even working, but he wanted to be with Abi for the rest of his life.
He wanted to put a baby inside her. He wanted her to have no reason to walk away.
Filled with his baby, there would be no chance of her ever walking away. He’d marry her.
The car changed to his apartment.
There was a moment when he was in the shower, or at least he thought it was, otherwise someone was waterboarding him. Only, it didn’t feel like torture. He still ached everywhere.
The water changed to that of his bed.
Roman was once again back in his office chair, and Abigail was back on his lap. “Where were we?” she asked.
“You tell me. You’re the one breaking all the rules.”
“Is that what you want me to do?” she asked. “Break all the rules?”
“I want you to trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“Then know I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. I want to be able to touch you, even when we’re in the office. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
He put his hands on her thighs, only they didn’t feel like Abi’s thighs.
The dream shifted, until there was total darkness, and then it felt like he was floating, and it was all just a strange dream.
Then, suddenly he was awake again, and Abigail was there, only they were not in her apartment. They were in his sterile apartment that had been designed for easy cleaning. Not that he even cleaned, but he paid someone to clean for him.
“Abi,” he said.
“Roman, I’ve made you some chicken soup. It’s what my dad used to make for me when I was sick. It will help settle your stomach.”
“I don’t know if I can eat it.”
He had started to shiver.
“If you’re not any better by morning, I’ll have to call the doctor.”
“No doctor. I hate fucking doctors. All they give you is bad news, and when you’re upset about it, they treat you like shit.” He remembered the bad news he got when his grandparents passed. It had nearly broken him, and he’d demanded to know answers. He wanted a second opinion.
They way they had dealt with him at that time made him hate fucking doctors. He also wasn’t a big fan of cops with the way they broke the news to him that his parents had also passed. There was a lot he wasn’t happy with.
Abigail sat on the edge of the bed, held the bowl in her hands, and he was not going to lie, it did smell good.
He didn’t think it was going to taste good, though.
She put the spoon to his lips, and he took it, swallowing the broth, and sure enough, it tasted really good.
He didn’t think he was going to enjoy it, but it tasted better than okay.
“More,” he said.
She laughed.
“I love that sound,” he said.
What sound?”
“I love when you laugh. I always have. It’s not fake. You don’t force it. It’s always natural. It’s what I love.”
“There’s no point in laughing if you don’t mean it,” she said.
“I know a lot of people who would laugh because they’ve got no other choice. You’re real, Abi. I love that.”