Chapter Six
Remington
T his girl is going to give me heart problems. I step into her bathroom as the tub is emptying. I pull her head up out of the water and let the tub empty before scooping her into my arms. On the way out of the bathroom, I grab her towels and take her into her room.
In hindsight, I should have paid attention to whether she was showering or taking a bath before I treated her tea, but I’m always here when I do it.
She never takes a bath, though. Right now, is the point I should feel bad because I could have hurt her, but she was never in danger.
I do know that I can’t play with her like I usually would because she will then know that it’s me.
I will just tell her that I got concerned that she didn’t text back and came over.
The girl doesn’t even know she’s being followed by anyone, so she won’t think anything of it.
I work on drying her off before dressing her. I think it’s adorable that she wears my shirts to bed, but also, how does she have my shirts? I haven’t seen some of these in months.
“Remy?” she mutters.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I say as I pull the shirt over her head.
“I’m naked,” she sighs. I’m not fully convinced that she is awake. I didn’t give her as much as I usually do because I didn’t know if she took a muscle relaxer like she had mentioned. The last thing I want to do is make her overdose.
“Not for long. I’ve got you,” I say.
“I was scared.”
“You’re safe,” I say. I move her up on the bed so I can cover her up and she grabs my wrist.
“Will you stay with me?” she asks. I sit down and I see that she is awake, and her eyes are open. I kick my shoes off and lie beside her, and she smiles weakly at me. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” I smile back at her as I tuck my arm under my head to prop up slightly. I am making sure not to touch her. When she shifts closer, I move back.
“I don’t have hooker cooties,” she says with a deep frown.
“I didn’t say you did,” I say as I grab her hips and pull her against me. I instantly regret it when she throws her leg over top of mine and blood rushes to my cock. Fuck, I need to chill. This girl doesn’t have panties on. “You can’t do that to me, Lori.”
“Why? Afraid I’ll ruin you?” she asks.
“No, you don’t have panties on and there are parts of me that act without permission.” I say honestly.
“Ohhhh,” she says sleepily. She looks high as fuck, so I am pretty sure she did take a muscle relaxer. The sedative just isn’t strong enough to keep her asleep. “So, you are afraid of my pussy?”
“I am not,” I say with a smirk.
“It won’t bite you, Remy,”
“I am aware,” I say with a laugh.
“If you aren’t scared… Then I must be turning you on,” she says, intentionally pressing herself against my cock. I groan and she giggles.
“Lori,” I say. I don’t want her to think I am rejecting her, but I refuse to fuck her when she is like this.
It’s one thing when she is out of it. She has no idea what I’ve done…
Fuck, I am not better than the men who violently hurt her…
I keep those parts of myself separate for a reason…
and this is the reason. I feel like a monster right now because the two worlds are colliding.
“What?” she asks. “Do you not want me?”
“Fuuuck,” I hiss when she presses herself against me again. She lets out a little gasp and I know she felt me. “Lori, baby. You need to heal and not be high out of your mind. How many muscle relaxers did you take?”
“Mmmm. Too many,” she says.
“What?” I snap. “How many, Lorelei?”
“Two, silly. Relax,” she says, poking the end of my nose.
“You are going to regret this in the morning,” I say.
“Why? Because I’m being a hoe, and you are sweetly rejecting me?”
“Why are you mean to yourself?” I ask.
“Why are you offended by being called innocent?” she counters.
“I’m not offended.”
“Yes, you are,” she retorts.
“No…”
“Yes,” she huffs.
“Lori, I’m a virgin,” I say, and she stops talking.
Lori is looking at me. I can’t tell if she has zoned out or if she is thinking.
I don’t know why the fuck I said that. That is not how I wanted to tell her.
How do you tell someone that you are nearly thirty and haven’t fucked anyone because you’ve decided you are going to save that part of yourself for them?
“You just need a teacher,” she says finally. “Someone to tell you what to do.”
“Is that right?” I ask.
“Mhmm. I know a girl with lots of experience,” she smiles.
“Is she currently high on muscle relaxers?” I ask, and she giggles. “Lori, this is a conversation that should happen when you are not high.”
“What if I don’t remember?”
“Then the next time I tell you, I get to see if it’s just being high that made you not laugh at me.” I say.
“Why would I laugh?” she says with a frown. “If I could go back, I would have waited to have sex.”
“Oh?” I ask.
“Mhmm… Before the rape… I was convinced that you’d be my first,” she says. “Dumb, I know… But then he hurt me… now I’m ruined.”
“You are not ruined,” I say, cupping her cheek. “What if I told you that I haven’t because I want you to be my first?”
“I’d make a good teacher,” she says with a grin.
“Oh, would you teach me?” I ask.
“Well, I’d walk you through it. I’d tell you what I like and eventually, you’d be an expert at fucking me,” she says. “Oh, and I’d definitely suck your dick. Every man should experience that.”
“Noted,” I laugh. “You should sleep.”
“Are you going to be here when I wake?”
“No, I need to go home so I can get ready for work,” I say. “I’ll stay until you fall back asleep.”
“Mkay,” she says. She snuggles closer, but leaves her leg over mine. “I’m sleepy.”
“Then sleep,” I say. “I’m right here.”
“I’m going to hate myself tomorrow,” she says as her eyes flutter closed. The sad part is, there is nothing I can do to keep her from hating herself when she remembers how freely she spoke.