Like Real People Do

By Cam Martorell All Rights Reserved ©

Humor / Romance

chapter six: monday


Right after I said Willa’s name, I felt a wave of relief come over my body. I was a little mad that he had interrupted me, but he was a great kisser. His lips were soft, but his kisses were full of greed and emotion in a really weird way. He leaned into the back of the sofa and draped his arm over it, his hand reaching over to play with my hair.

“I literally have no idea who you’re talking about,” I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe Willa was talking about another Kit? “But, she did get something right. I used to be part of the Russian Mob and I do partake in underground fighting. But that doesn’t mean she knows me, at all. You could easily find most of that information online. The police make sure to keep tabs on me.” He gave me a weak smile, but all my worst fears were confirmed.

“While I was in the mob, I had worked with your father,” At the mention of my father, I felt myself get light-headed. “He was Alexei’s, my boss’, right hand man. I don’t know if that had anything to do with what happened to your mother, and I’m sorry that you couldn’t tell me what happened to her yourself-” I stopped him right there.

“Anything you tell me about my father, you can rest assured I already know,” I couldn’t bear hearing this story again. “The police told me about him. He killed more than a hundred people for this Alexei man and he would probably kill more if he got the chance. My father is not a sane man, he is fucking crazy and I don’t ever want him to be in my life again, and I much less want to be involved with someone who was in the same shit he was!” I was yelling by the end of it, and I saw Kit get mad.

“You wanna know why I got involved in this?” He stood up and looked down at me. “My mother needed my help to keep our house and she had taken loans from Alexei, and she couldn’t pay them back. At all. He was threatening to kill both of us, and my little sister unless I worked for him. And by working for him, I got into a shit ton of trouble, but he was always there to get me out. I can’t say that for anyone else.

“My father abandoned us when my sister was born, and Alexei turned into a father figure to me. But, I decided I had to leave a life of crime behind to be there for my sister. I knew that the way that I was going I would surely end up dead. By trying to leave, I basically signed my death warrant. I don’t care if you don’t want me because of what I’ve done, I want you and I’m not going to let you go until you tell me straight up that you will never love me.”

He was breathing hard, anger was coursing through his veins and gone was the cool, calm and collected Kit I knew. In his place stood someone who was a complete stranger to me, but I could never tell him what needed to be said in order for him to leave me be.

I could never tell him that.

Not when falling for him was exactly what was happening to me right now.

“I could never tell you that,” I looked him straight in the eyes and reached for his hand, taking it in both of mine and bringing it up to my lips. He sat back down and brought me into his arms.


“Listen to me, Lucy,” I kissed her head and tugged her in closer. “I promise you that I am not like your father, I was brought up very differently and while I have done much of the same thing he did, I would feel remorse after doing it every single time. He wouldn’t. I’m sorry for everything you had to go through, you are a sweet and caring person, which goes to show the worst things happen to the best people on this planet.”

I meant every single word I said. This girl was an angel sent from heaven. She could obviously do some wrong by me or by anyone, but she seemed to be perfect in every way. Her big eyes looked up at me and I saw tears lining her bottom lid. I loosened my hold on her and cupped her face in my hand, to which she answered by kissing my palm, as she had done before.

I was falling for this girl. Falling hard. She brought her hands up to cup my face and drew me in. She kissed me and I felt sparks fly. Corny, I know, but it’s the truth. She was the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with, and I didn’t want to ruin it.

Lucy pulled away and rested her head on my chest, hearing my heart beating a thousand times per minute. I wrapped my arms around her once again, and she pressed play. It was bread day on The Great British Bake Off. I felt myself more relaxed with her, especially now that she knew about my past. She knew the one thing that I didn’t want her to know, and so I had nothing keeping me from her.


I melted into his embrace, feeling safer in his arms than I had in anyone else’s. He was beginning to turn into my rock, my tether to happiness in my life. But I’d only known him for three days, which made me discount my feelings. It’s just lust or it’s just that you haven’t had sex in a long time were my rational minds attempts at explaining my feelings towards Kit.

But there was no rational explanation for my feelings.

I loved Kit Turner.

In three days, I had managed to fall for a boy who was obviously dangerous and could easily fuck my life up in two seconds. But who isn’t attracted to danger? Who doesn’t want to have some fun and the threat of murder looming over their head everyday? Me, that’s for sure. Not really, but in truth, I can’t explain how I fell in love with him. I can’t explain to myself or to anyone how someone who just popped into my life via a horrible accident. This was honestly probably the Florence Nightingale effect, the one where the nurse falls in love with her patient.

I’m pretty sure that’s it. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe in some way, we were meant to be. I decided I was done waiting and I took a leap. I looked up at Kit and he was looking down at me.

“This leap of faith better work for me again,” I muttered to myself. I leaned towards him and started kissing him. He responded almost immediately and began kissing me back, pulling me onto him so that I was straddling him. His shirt came off first and then my shirt and bra came off. I don’t know exactly how, but I guess that’s the way things work. We must have been kissing for a while because the winner of the bread challenge was announced.

“We should stop,” Kit was breathless, “I don’t want to do anything yet.”

“Alright, bet,” I wanted to make this something fun. “First person to make a move after tonight buys the other one and object of their choice.” I was confident in my abilities as a woman who had not made out with someone in two years that I would be able to control myself. We would just have to see how this would turn out.

“Deal.. But what consists of making a move?” Oh-hoh-ho. We spent half an hour coming up with a list of things that were considered first moves. We came up with a list that basically encompassed almost everything we’d do. The only thing it excluded was cuddling and hugging, kissing of any type was making a move, holding hands was making a move, etc.

This was either going to be a very fun week, or a very long one.

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