Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I’m almost positive Ash has fallen asleep on my shoulder.
If nothing else, she is dozing off. I’m hesitant to check because if she hasn’t, she might pull away and I think that might kill me.
If she has, I don’t want to disturb her.
The smell of her hair — musk, vanilla and amber — is seeping into my being, soothing wounds she knows nothing off.
I can’t bear the thought of her pulling away, even in this small way.
Tentatively, I reach out to her mind to see where she is. She appears to be wavering between waking and sleeping, content. It makes my heart swell to know she’s relaxed. I’m going to consider that positive progress.
Not delving too deep into her mind, I consider the other pieces I’ve picked up tonight.
I think she is having more flashes, although I wasn’t looking when she had them.
They’re sitting atop her thoughts, like a soap bubble on water, which means they had a profound impact and she wants them readily accessible.
In any other relationship, what I’m about to do would be a gross violation of conduct but it’s Ash, so I can’t resist. Using my powers, I gently nudge the closest bubble.
The image of me, on my knees, before her, where I belong, causes my breath to catch and all of the blood in my body to surge towards my cock. Unlike Ash, I remember that evening.
Vividly.
I allow myself a moment to savor the memory — both hers and mine.
Fuck sweatpants. These don’t hide a fucking thing. Now I’m worried she’s going to fully wake and wonder why I’m hard as a rock while she’s pressed against me. I’ve seen human males. The disgusting audacity in the majority of them leaves no question on why so many human females are single.
Keeping some attention on the movie she put on, I allow my mind to wander back over the evening in hopes of calming an arousal I can do nothing about.
I can’t believe Betsy brought all of that stuff here.
I’m more surprised that she made all the comments she did, alluding to her role and who Ash is.
I imagine that, much like me, she is also frightfully aware of the deadline and our rush toward it.
That has to be it. There’s no other explanation for why she would risk so much, in such a reckless way. Betsy always has been a boundary pusher, though; I really shouldn’t be surprised.
It was kind of her to think of clothing me though. I admit, I did not bring much in the way of clothing or necessities. I assumed I would figure everything out as I went. Getting to and being with Ash was the most important thing. Everything else is trivial.
She alternates between acting as though she knows me and treating me like a wild wolf, ready to bite her at any moment.
She has no idea how right she is.