The Boy Next Door

Chapter Ten

The Boy Next Door:

Not my favorite chapter, I feel like there’s just something missing from it, but for the life of me I can’t figure out if I’m just exhausted or if it’s just because of how long I’ve been trying to get this uploaded.

Hopefully you guys will enjoy it, though, and forgive me for how long it’s been since the last update?

Ten-

She was naked and bound to his bed. Completely at his mercy, Samara shuddered at the thought. Tugging, rather pointlessly, at the handcuffs holding her hostage, she glowered at the bed, not being able to see the actual source of her frustration.

If only her aim had been better, she had a feeling she would not be trapped here now if it had. Sadly, though, her aim was still as bad now as it had been when she was a child. Her father had tried to teach her, but as with every other sport, she had grown bored quickly and eventually she had convinced him to just give up. And not a moment too soon either, her mother’s rose bush would not have survived much more abuse.

“What are you thinking about?” Colton kissed her shoulder blade as he stretched out on the bed beside her, one hand tangling in her hair as he trailed the fingertips of the other down along her spine.

“My dad,” She gave a little sigh, glaring at his fathead when the hand running down her back cupped her bottom, giving it a little squeeze. “He would be appalled at how horrible my aim still is.”

Colton laughed. “Your aim is pretty bad, but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a little practice.” He went silent for a moment, long enough for Samara to frown at him in confusion, before he cleared his throat, another adorable little blush staining his cheeks. “Would he have liked me?”

She blinked at him. “Who?”

Colton sighed, running his fingers through her hair. “Your father.”

Again, Samara blinked at him, her silence causing him to still, the flush in his cheeks darkening. He had her naked, handcuffed to his bed and he wanted to know if her dad would like him? Was she dreaming?

“I guess-I mean, I guess it would depend.”

He cocked a dark eyebrow at her, amusement lurking in the green-gold depths of his eyes at her tone. “Oh? On what?”

“On whether or not you un-cuff me!” She shouted, rattling the handcuffs against his headboard. 

Colton just laughed, but there was stillness to his body, a tense set to his jaw, that kept her from sneering at his laughter. He almost looked… upset that she hadn’t taken him seriously. “I’m being serious, little cat.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Do you think your dad would have liked me?”

Samara sighed and buried her face in the pillow beneath her. Why was he so hung up on this? And what was this indiscernible emotion melting in her chest at his determination to get a serious answer out of her? It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant but damn it, it wasn’t entirely comfortable either. 

What the hell was this man doing to her?

“I-…yeah, I think he would have liked you.” In fact, Samara was almost positive her father would have loved him, but that was too unsettling to even think about. No way was she admitting it aloud.