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I inhaled on my cigarette, savouring the final drag. My father would lose his shit if he saw me, but my craving for nicotine had won out.

"Be faithful unto death, and I will give you the crown of life."

Revelation 2.10.

I'd heard this quoted at many of his sermons, and he really did believe it. As did the population of Grey Oaks. When you lived in a small town of religious folk, then a funeral like today had filled the pews.

Dennis Firth had been a local hero. A man who put his community first, and was forever organising fundraisers. Two weeks ago, he had dropped dead in the local market. He had only been 58 years old and seemed to be in pretty good health. Everyone had been devastated, the shock striking through the town like a flash flood.

I stubbed my cigarette out on the wall and sighed. Today hadn't been easy for anyone. Dennis was well liked, and he had always been on hand to support his neighbours. In fact, there were times when his willingness to help others had been... strange. Even my dad had commented on it.

"Dennis should have focused on his own family and having a happy home. Things might have worked out differently then..." He'd mused, as we ate dinner last night.

I'd asked him to elaborate, but he'd refused. It didn't bother me too much. Dennis was dead, and his wife had died a while ago. I had only been a child when his sixteen-year-old son ran away.

I'd lost my own mother when I was eleven. There was no way I could imagine running away and not speaking to my father again. No matter how much we disagreed.

I locked the main doors into the church and put my hand in my bag to search for chewing gum. My dad would not be happy if he thought I had been smoking. He was strict, and he'd drilled into me that everything I did was a reflection of him and our religion.

"I take it the fucker is already in the ground."

I turned, completely caught off guard. My packet of gum fell to the ground as all the breath left my body.

The man stood in front of me was gorgeous.

His hair was jet black and slightly long, falling at the collar of his t-shirt. It framed his handsome face perfectly. My eyes felt like they were on stalks when they wandered over his body. A mountain of broad shoulders and pure muscle that made my heart race.

He was wearing a black t-shirt and I could see the tattoos covering his arms. It wasn't just his appearance, though. There was this magnetism about him that was impossible to ignore. I couldn't stop staring like an idiot.

He coughed, and I finally met his eyes, my cheeks burning red.

"Sorry, who are you?" I mumbled, trying to sound casual.

As a rather inexperienced 18-year-old, I didn't feel equipped to speak to a man who looked like that. He had to be at least ten years older than me and he was so hot. Nothing like the high school boys I usually hung out with.

"Never mind who I am. I asked you a question before you started fucking me with your eyes."

Oh my God.

I felt like my face was on fire. I brushed my fingers through my long blonde hair and took a few steps back. He sighed and moved closer to me, shortening the distance between us.

"Look, I'm sorry. This town has a lot of bad memories for me, but that's no excuse to be rude. Can you tell me if the funeral is over for Dennis Firth?"

I bit my lip and nodded, still feeling unsure of him. He was radiating anger and frustration, although surprisingly, I didn't feel scared.

"Could you please show me to his grave? I need to pay my final respects."

His handsome face lit up when he smiled, and I noticed he had beautiful green eyes. I swallowed and tried to find my voice.

"It's just over here."

I started to walk off when I felt his hand grab mine, causing a jolt of electricity to fire through my entire body. I spun around and he was staring at me, his hand still holding mine.

"You dropped your gum." He said, and I couldn't help but wonder if he'd felt it too.

I nodded in thanks and carried on walking, my brain going into overdrive with all the questions I wanted to ask.

"I'll give you some privacy." I muttered when we finally reached the grave. He stood so close to me that his arm was almost touching mine.

He shrugged and stepped forward. I stood as still as a statue, committing every part of him to memory. He hadn't been wrong when he said I'd been fucking him with my eyes. What girl wouldn't? He was almost too good looking to be real.

"Look at all these flowers, more than the piece of shit deserved."

His voice was deep and I could hear the hatred in it. Everyone had loved Dennis. Who the hell was this man, and why was he even here?

"Sorry, who are you again?" I said, sounding way more confident than I felt.

He didn't answer me. Instead, he undid the flies of his jeans and started to piss all over the headstone.

"I'm his son, Ryan. I'd shake your hand but…"

He turned and winked at me, and all I could do was stare. After he finished, he zipped back up and walked over to me, smiling like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"How about we go for a beer? Get to know each other a bit better."

His arm wrapped around my waist, and I ignored the way my body tingled at his touch.

Seriously?

He was going to hit on me after what I had just seen? I pulled away and stormed off. No matter what issues he had, there were no excuses for his behaviour.

"Hey, where are you going?" He shouted.

I was going to ignore him, but my anger took over. This was my father's church. His behaviour had disrespected him, as well as everyone in the town who had laid those flowers down.

"As far away as I can from you. I suggest you get the hell out of here and don't come back." I said coldly.

He raised his eyebrows and walked towards me. I swallowed nervously. My instinct was telling me to run, but I stood my ground.

"Wow, you're a bit of a firecracker, aren't you? Wouldn't think it to look at that pretty blonde face." He said softly, an amused look on his own face.

"Only when I have to be. Like I said, you need to leave. I'm done speaking to you."

My heart was hammering in my chest. When he'd called me pretty, I'd felt a warm rush flood my body, and it had caught me off guard.

I continued to walk away, needing to get as far away as possible from him. He seemed to be disturbed, and there was no way I should be responding to him the way I was.

"I don't go around pissing on people's graves for no reason. Aren't you curious why I did that?"

Something about the tone of his voice made me stop. I didn't realise he was right behind me till I turned and bumped right into him. My hand landed on his stomach, and I felt his muscles through his t-shirt. Before I could stop myself, my fingers had run over them. He took a sharp intake of breath as I came to my senses, snatching my hand away.

"My father was evil. He wasn't the man everyone thought he was. Unless you lived with him, you had no idea how depraved he was."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. When I looked at his face, I could see the tension in his jaw.

"Your father did a lot for the people around here. You'll have to forgive me if I have trouble believing that."

He made a face and rolled his eyes.

"Of course you believe that shit. I have no reason to lie. It's the fucking truth. He was a monster."

When I looked into his eyes, I knew he was telling the truth. The pain was evident on his handsome face, and his whole body was tight with tension.

"I had no idea… I'm sorry." I muttered, looking at the ground.

He sighed.

"Nobody knew the truth. My dad was so adored by the people in this shitty town. They didn't want to hear anything that contradicted that."

Well, that was certainly true. Ryan ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes darkening.

"I'm sure you've heard all about me. The wayward son who was always getting into trouble. Everyone felt so sorry for my dad. That's why I fucked off the first opportunity I got."

We were both quiet. I didn't know what to say to him. I guess there were no words to make any of it any better.

"Look, let me buy you a beer. I'm guessing you've finished working here for the day?"

He must have thought I was at least twenty-one years old. Although he didn't strike me as someone who cared about the law when it came to drinking alcohol.

I knew I should say no, but… I was a teenage girl and the hottest man I'd ever seen was asking me out for a drink. Ok, so he'd pissed all over his dead father's grave, but I kind of understood why.

Oh Lord, what did that even say about me?

"Ok, I just need to txt my fa- friend. We had plans." I said, correcting myself.

He smiled at me again and I felt my insides melt.

"My car's outside the church. There's a bar at my motel, if you fancy it."

I hesitated. Was I going to go through with this?

He held his hands up.

"I'll drop you back here afterwards. I promise."

I nodded and followed him to his car. It was a black Cadillac Escalade. I looked at it in surprise. I hadn't been expecting him to be driving something so serious looking.

He held the door open for me and I climbed in, my black dress riding up as I sat down. I didn't miss the way his eyes wandered over my legs.

What the hell was I doing? I was the 18-year-old daughter of a priest, and I knew better than to get into cars with strange men I didn't know. Even if they did look like a Calvin Klein model.

By the time he had sat in the driver's seat, I was about to unbuckle my seatbelt and tell him I couldn't go.

He must have sensed my hesitation, and before I could speak, he got in there first.

"Relax, it's only a beer. I promise, I'm not the kind of guy to force anything. I mean, look at me, I can get women easily enough."

Wow, he wasn't short of confidence. That wasn't really a surprise though, he was gorgeous.

He started to drive away, and I searched in my bag for my phone.

What was I going to say to my dad? I typed out a short message saying I'd bumped into an old friend and had gone to hang out with them.

He would be furious, but I'd deal with it later. I considered texting my friend Lucy about where I was going, but thought better of it. My dad would be sure to ask her if she knew where I was, and she'd said before there was no way she could lie to a priest.

I switched my phone off and tried to relax into the seat.

"So, you volunteer at the church? Does that mean you're some kind of religious nut?"

I laughed loudly and shook my head.

"Not at all. I just like to help out."

He raised his eyebrows and winked at me.

"Community Service? I've been there, it sucks."

I turned to look at him in disbelief. His eyes were focusing on the road ahead, but I knew straight away he was teasing me.

"Do I look like someone who breaks the law?"

He stopped at a red light and turned to look at me, his eyes wandering over my body in a heated gaze. When he finally looked back at my face, he licked his bottom lip and gave me a smile so dirty I felt myself blush.

"Not the law, but you look like you have a body made for sin. Kind of ironic you volunteer at a church, baby."

My cheeks flushed. No one had ever spoken to me in such a sexual way before. I pressed my thighs together as my whole body ached for his touch. Ryan's eyes flickered down to my lap. I knew he could tell how easily I was responding to him.

A car horn blasting out made both of us jump. Ryan swore under his breath as he pulled away quickly. The traffic lights had changed and neither of us had noticed. The air between us felt charged. We had crazy chemistry, which was mad considering we barely knew each other.

"What did you do community service for?" I asked, remembering how the conversation had even started in the first place.

"Stuff." He said, watching the road ahead.

"What kind of stuff?" I asked, pushing him once more for more information.

"Illegal stuff." He replied, a glint in his eyes.

I closed my mouth and fiddled with my hair. People didn't get community service for murder or rape, surely it wasn't anything that bad…

My dad's voice rang through my head.

"Breaking any law is bad. You can't pick and choose."

My whole life he'd lectured me on the importance of being a good and lawful member of society. He would have a nervous breakdown if he knew what I was doing right now.

I watched Ryan out of the corner of my eye. His profile was as perfect as the rest of him. The urge to lean over and kiss him was overwhelming. The thought of his hands on my body, or his lips on my neck, was getting me so worked up that I felt like I was going to combust.

It was insane. I was feeling and thinking things I didn't fully understand. I'd fooled around with a few guys throughout high school, but that was it. Nobody had even come close to making me feel the way Ryan was right now.

Lucy and I had both read our fair share of her mom's Mills & Boon stories. I'd often fantasised about meeting a man like the one that existed in the pages of the book. The descriptions of sex had lingered in my mind. Fuelling fantasies I doubted I'd ever experience for real.

But now…

The car came to a stop. I pulled myself out of my thoughts and took in our surroundings. We were at Farleys' Motel & Bar. It was a total dive, and I could only imagine the kind of people who hung out in a place like this.

People like Ryan.

"You didn't tell me your name." He said, turning to look at me.

I lied. It was best he didn't know my real name. The last thing I needed was him tracking me down. Everyone knew my father was the local priest.

"I'm Danielle."

"Just Danielle?" He whispered, undoing his seatbelt.

When I looked at him, I felt it again. White hot lust firing through my veins. Ryan leaned in closer to me so his mouth was hovering over mine.

"Yes."

He was so close to me, I could hardly remember to breathe, let alone string a sentence together.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Danielle."

His breath tickled my lips, sending shivers down my spine. It was like someone else was controlling me as my hand moved to his face, my fingers stroking his stubble. He closed his eyes and I couldn't stop myself. I moved my mouth to his and kissed him.

I'd never been bold enough to make the first move, but I was kissing Ryan with a passion I didn't know I was capable of. His hand moved to my face as he deepened our kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I let out a low moan as his hand moved to my waist, gripping me tightly.

After a few minutes, we came apart, both breathing heavily.

"How about you stop kissing me long enough to let me buy you that beer?" He teased, softly tugging my bottom lip between his teeth.

I tried to calm my breathing as I leaned back and unbuckled my seat belt. Going for a drink sounded like a good idea. Things were moving rather quickly, and I felt like I was losing my self control.

"A beer sounds good." I said softly, pushing my hair behind my ears.

He winked at me and his hand moved to my thigh, his fingers slipping underneath my dress so he was stroking my knee. I clutched the door handle as his fingers caressed my inner thigh. The pads of his fingers were rough against my smooth flesh.

"You best get out before I change my mind, baby, else we'll be skipping that beer…"

I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, my legs feeling weak as I stood. Considering it was Fall the weather was still pretty warm. It was a shame really, a blast of cold air might have helped cool down the heat that was rushing through my blood.

Ryan came around the car and grabbed my hand, his fingers linking with mine. It felt like there was some kind of energy flowing between us. That was the best way I could think of describing it. I didn't want to break the connection because the longer we touched, the more intense it felt.

As we approached the entrance to the bar, three men looked up at us. They were sitting outside the bar, sipping beers and smoking. I felt my body tense as we got closer. None of them looked particularly friendly.

If Ryan had noticed, then he certainly didn't seem phased. He held the door open for me and we walked right in, his hand still glued to mine.

I'd never been in a bar of any sort before, but I couldn't imagine they were all as miserable as this place. It was dark and the grey paint was flaking off the walls. The tables and chairs were a whole mismatch of styles and designs, none of them really going together. It was depressing to look at, let alone sit in.

"Hey Mike, two beers." Ryan said, leading me over to the bar.

As we walked further into the building, I almost had to cover my nose. The smell was disgusting. It stank of sweat and stale beer. I was starting to get offended that he'd even thought to bring me here. Surely this wasn't the kind of place you brought a girl for a drink?

Ryan pulled out a bar stool for me. I sat down, deciding it probably wouldn't go down well if I asked for them to clean it first. He sat down next to me as Mike pushed two bottles of beer towards us.

"There you go buddy. You sure your friend here is 21? She looks kinda young."

Ryan started laughing, and I felt panic wash over me. If he asked for some ID, then it would be over.

"Of course she is Mike, what do you take me for? Danielle here is…"

He looked at me expectantly, and I panicked.

"23… I'm 23."

Ryan handed me my bottle of beer and picked up his own. Mike didn't look convinced, but he didn't say anything else.

"Cheers!" He said, chinking his bottle against mine.

He took a large gulp, and I did the same. I'd never actually drank beer before. It tasted disgusting. I had to resist the urge to spit it out everywhere.

"Tell me about yourself." He said, his hand resting on my knee.

Oh shit.

I wasn't really comfortable lying to him. He had seemed pretty honest and open about himself.

"Oh, well, there isn't much to say, really." I replied, taking another gulp of my beer.

"Bullshit. There's always something to say. It's just whether you want to say it or not."

I could feel Ryan's eyes burning into me as I took another sip of my beer. Thankfully, his phone started ringing in his pocket. He shot me an apologetic look as he pulled it out, swearing when he looked at the screen.

"I have to take this. Wait here." He said, almost sounding gruff.

I nodded. There was no way I was going to wander off in this place. It wasn't exactly busy, but the few people in here looked anything but friendly. Ryan headed outside, and I drained the rest of my beer, my earlier boldness fading.

"You need another drink, princess?"

I turned and an overweight guy in a checked shirt was standing behind me, his hand moving to my shoulder. My stomach turned as I shook my head, shrugging his meaty hand off me. I glanced at the door nervously. There was no sign of Ryan.

"Don't worry about pretty boy. You can have a beer with me." He said, moving his hand back to my shoulder and gripping it tighter this time.

My stomach was twisting in knots. This guy wasn't taking no as an answer, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable. He stank as well. The smell of his BO made me feel sick.

"I don't need another beer. Can you leave me alone?"

I tried to sound firm, but my voice wobbled. He laughed and sat down beside me in Ryan's seat.

"Don't be rude… I only wanted to make friends."

I went to stand up, but he grabbed my wrist. I tried to yank my arm from him, but he tightened his grip.

"Let me go!" I said, trying to pull away from him.

He laughed and pulled me onto his lap, his hand moving over my stomach and to my breast.

"Sweet tits." he groaned, his hot breath burning my cheek.

Using all my strength, I pushed his hand off me and elbowed him in the nose. Blood spurted everywhere as he finally let go of me.

"You bitch!" He roared as I leapt up from his lap and stepped away from him.

He was just about to approach me when Ryan appeared from nowhere, his elbow slamming into the guy's chest. He grabbed his arm and twisted it, wrenching him to the ground. I winced as he rested his foot on his shoulder, his hand gripping his forearm and yanking it hard. The guy cried out as his shoulder dislocated, his scream of pain chilling my bones.

"That's not how you treat women, you fat fuck." Ryan spat, his voice full of anger.

The guy cried out, his hand grabbing his limp shoulder. His friends had stood up, but one look from Ryan made them all sit back down again.

"Are you ok?" He said, walking over to me.

I nodded, and he took hold of my hand, leading me outside. I followed as he led me to his room, my whole body shaking.

Ryan was still angry. I could hear it in his breathing as he pulled me along. Once we got to his room, he opened the door with his key and slammed it shut.

I didn't even think about what I was doing. I flung myself into his body and pressed my face into his chest. At first he didn't know how to respond, but after a few seconds, he had wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone in that shithole." He murmured, his fingers running through my hair.

I could hear his heart beating in his chest. I closed my eyes and listened, it's regular beat helping me calm down.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He said after a few minutes, tilting my face so I was looking at him.

Our eye contact felt way more intimate than any words could of. I shook my head and stretched up so I could kiss him.

He let out a quiet moan as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He picked me up, and my legs circled him. The way he kissed made my whole body ache for more. I could hardly contain myself as he led us to the bed.

He sat down and I wrapped myself around him tightly.

"You made a good job of breaking that guy's nose." he breathed, when we finally came apart.

I placed my hand on his chest and traced my fingers over his muscles.

"You did a good job of dislocating his shoulder."

He burst out laughing, making me smile. It felt pretty special to know I was the one making him laugh like that. Without warning, he fell back on the bed, rolling us over so I was on my back and he was on top of me.

"Nobody should mess with either one of us…"

His voice trailed off as he kissed all along my jaw and across my throat.

I closed my eyes and tried to commit every second of it to memory. His stubble felt rough as it grazed my skin, especially after the softness of his lips.

"I think this needs to come off." he growled, tugging my dress.

He used one hand to undo the buttons. His other hand held mine above my head, his thumb stroking the palm of my hand.

I could feel my nerves increasing as he undid each button. What if he didn't approve of how I looked? I had on boring white underwear, and there wasn't anything sexy about it. Once he'd finished, he sat back on his heels and stared.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?

I felt my cheeks turn crimson, but not with embarrassment. This time it was with pleasure.

He was back on me before I had a chance to respond, kissing me and hooking my leg over his hip.

Every kiss became more and more urgent. I didn't even realise it, but I was rocking my hips, so I was grinding up into him. He kept on letting out low moans that made my whole body tingle.

I arched my back when he pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts. He cupped each of them in his hand and squeezed.

"Great tits, baby. I'm going to enjoy being inside you…"

I was feeling dazed, lost in a cloud of lust, my mind foggy. When he took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked it hard, I cried out. He licked and teased it with his tongue, making me wriggle underneath him.

His hand had moved to my cotton panties. Rather than pulling them off, he moved them to one side. I arched my back again as his fingers stroked my clit.

Pleasure penetrated every part of me. I'd touched myself many times, but it had never felt like this before.

Ryan still had his mouth all over my breasts. I was digging my nails into his shoulder, desperately trying to ground myself.

"You like how it feels when I touch your pussy?"

I couldn't believe he'd just said pussy, and I didn't find it disgusting. In fact, it was the complete opposite.

I moaned as his thumb massaged my clit, and his fingers stroked my opening. His mouth found mine quickly, and he thrust his tongue inside at the same time as he pushed his fingers into me. I felt myself stretch as I clenched around him.

"Fuck, you're so tight…" he groaned, moving them slowly back and forth.

Any inhibitions I had were gone. All I could think about was the mountain of pleasure building inside of me, and how I could increase it. When he moved his hand away, I let out a disappointed moan, and he laughed.

I felt even more disappointed when he moved from me and sat up. However, that soon changed when he pulled off his t-shirt…

There are some things that stay with you forever, and I knew that the first time I saw Ryan naked would be one of them. He was a wall of rippling muscle, his chest and stomach so defined he looked like he was carved from stone.

His tattoos travelled across his broad shoulders to his chest. He started to undo his jeans, and that's when I noticed the scars. Some were purple and jagged, but others were white. I could make out a larger one under his collarbone.

I wanted to ask about them, but my instinct told me to keep quiet. He kicked his jeans off, and I was immediately distracted by the sight of his large and muscular thighs. Then I saw the size of his erection, barely contained in his boxers, and I swallowed.

"Don't worry, I'm good at making it fit." He teased, clocking my nervousness.

Maybe I should tell him I was a virgin? Although the last thing I wanted was for him to turn around and tell me we couldn't do this.

He climbed back over to me and sat me up, sliding my dress off my shoulders and freeing my arms.

He started kissing me again.

I hardly noticed, as he unclasped my bra and removed it. We fell backwards, and this time he yanked the waistband of panties and pulled them down.

"Lift your leg." He ordered.

I felt like a bit of an idiot as my cheeks flushed and he pulled them completely off, chucking them across the room.

Oh God.

I was completely naked, and we were going to have sex. Now it had come to it, I felt terrified. I was so inexperienced and stupid.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

His voice was soft, but I could hear an edge to it.

When I didn't answer straight away, he tilted my chin, so I was looking into his eyes.

"Tell me."

I groaned and placed my hands over my eyes. It was no good. I was going to have to say something.

"I-I-I'm a virgin." I stuttered, wanting the ground to swallow me up.

When I finally felt brave enough to look at him, I could see he looked pissed off.

"What the fuck! Are you serious?"

I nodded sheepishly, and he swore.

"Why are you here with me? I don't get it."

"I like you, it felt right…" I muttered, grabbing the bed sheet and wrapping it around myself.

He laughed.

"Well, this isn't happening. Get dressed, and I'll drop you back to the church."

I felt tears sting my eyes. This was exactly the reaction I had been dreading.

"Why is it such a big deal? If I want to have sex with you, it's my decision. It shouldn't matter if I've had sex before."

He ran his fingers through his hair. It was only brief, but I saw a flash of hesitation on his face.

"Listen, baby. I wanted a quick hook-up before I hit the road and got out of this shitty town."

I shrugged my shoulders and reached out to touch his arm.

"It can still be that. I want to do this with you."

He stared at my hand on his arm. When I touched him, it did crazy things to me, and I could tell he felt the same way.

"Why?"

He sounded as confused as I felt. I took a deep breath and put my hand in his.

"I don't know. It seems right. You feel it too. Every time we touch, I don't want it to stop. We're meant to do this."

He was silent for what felt like ages.

"Do you realise how crazy that sounds? If anyone else said that kind of shit to me I'd tell them to fuck off."

I winced, but I didn't back down.

"I bet they haven't though. You feel the same as I do, I can tell…"

He turned and looked at me, his eyes burning into mine.

"You sure this is what you want? I'm not making any promises or giving you false hope. We'll screw once and that will be it."

I nodded, relief flooding my body. It didn't make sense in my own head why I wanted him so much, but I did. The only thing I was certain of was that I'd regret it if it didn't happen.

He sighed.

"I'm so going to hell for this."

I climbed out from under the sheet and onto his lap, pressing my naked body against him. He started to kiss my neck, and I closed my eyes.

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Ryan held me in his arms afterwards, our limbs tangled together. My body was aching, and I was sore between my legs. All that faded in comparison when it came to the pleasure I'd felt though.

I hadn't had many expectations when it came to sex. In fact, from what I'd heard from the girls in school, it didn't last long, and I shouldn't expect an orgasm.

Well they were wrong… so wrong.

Despite his attitude and words, Ryan had taken his time and not been rough. He'd actually been surprisingly caring, making sure I was well and truly primed for him. When it had finally happened, and he'd pushed inside of me, it had hurt. But at the same time it felt so natural and real, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. I'd clung to his back as he'd covered me in kisses, building up a rhythm I could handle.

"You ok?" He muttered, his voice gruff.

I nodded.

"That felt like it was the most real thing I'd ever experience. It was amazing."

He took a sharp intake of breath, and I felt him tense beside me. I couldn't get a read on his mood, and it was making me agitated.

Maybe I'd been bad or done something wrong?

I ran my fingers over one of his scars, a rather small one on his stomach.

"Don't ask." He said, at the same time I opened my mouth to speak.

His voice was so firm that I fell silent. He moved away from me and rolled to his side.

"I'm going to grab a shower, then I'll drop you back into town."

My heart sank as I nodded. What I wanted was for him to hold me. I felt vulnerable, and I just wanted some reassurance.

Instead he got out of bed and sat up, rubbing his forehead. He turned around and looked at me, his eyes burning into mine.

"I told you what this was. There's no point in us lying here and making it something it isn't."

He was pushing me away, not letting me get any closer. I nodded, trying to hide how I felt on the inside.

I watched him walk into the bathroom and shut the door quietly. I waited till I heard the sound of running water and then I got dressed and I left.