Strings (1 of 2)

Chapter 17 - Visitor

If he met Anna, it would make sense to him. Her kindness and warmth would explain itself. But anytime I tell someone about her, it just makes me sound like a snob who has a personal chef and cleaner. In reality, she isn't paid to cook for me. She just knows that if she doesn't, I would probably eat nothing all weekend if I don't leave the house. My parents don't notice if I eat or if we even have food in the house, they are too busy. But Anna does. So she does it because she cares, without me ever asking.

Nathan nods and has the same the look on his face most people do when I mention Anna. The judging look. I stay silent and roll my eyes when he isn't looking, feeling defensive.

I don't care what he thinks... well actually, I do, but I don't need to explain my life to him. I don't need the validation that he thinks it is okay.

I eat some blueberries, staring out the windows to the backyard. It looks like a beautiful day for swimming.

I bend back and reach across the counter to the bananas near the sink. I feel Nathan's shirt ride slightly up, exposing most of my thighs, and I hear Nathan inhale sharply.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask, peeling the banana. "We could swim..."

He walks over and I open my thighs slightly, letting him stand in between them in front of me. I focus on peeling, not looking up.

"I have some ideas..." he says and takes a large bite out of my banana, smirking. His large hands grip my thighs and move up slowly to my hips.

I look up to his face, tossing the banana on the counter. His eyes fixate on my chest then my legs. I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my hands in his hair.

"You can wear my shirt anytime." He says huskily and I smirk as his hands travel under the shirt and up my back.

"You can wear no shirt anytime." I reply, admiring his bare chest. I run my fingers down his torso and run them along the seam of his pants.

He leans forward and presses his lips to my neck. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, giving him more access. He kisses up my jawline making my whole body tingle in pleasure and a moan escapes my throat. I feel him smile against my skin and pull my closer by my waist.

"Let's... go... upstairs" I pant as he continues to kiss my neck. I wrap my legs around his back and pull his face up to meet my lips.

He kisses me deeply, so much so that I can't breathe. But I don't want to breathe right now. I want him.

He lifts me up and starts walking towards the stairs and I feel déjà vu. But this time we won't be interrupted...

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[3 hours later]

"Nathan!" I squeal and giggle as the water hits my face. "Splash me again and I will-"

"Will what?" He asks, grabbing my waist and leaning against me. My back hits the side of the pool and he runs his thumb over my cheek. His eyes sparkle with humour, knowing I don't remember a single word I was going to say now that he is pushed against me touching me like this.

I lean forward, my lips meeting his, and I pull his hips closer against me, deepening the kiss.

I pull back slightly and speak against his lips as I remember the words I wanted to say. "Murder you."

"What?" he leans back and asks me, confused.

"Splash me again and I will murder you." I laugh and he chuckles.