“When I was ten. They saved me, really.”
I try not to let the words spill out of me that they never fucking saved her. “What do you mean they saved you?”
She sinks a little more into herself. “I was bouncing from foster home to foster home to foster home. The next was always worse than the last. When the Donovans came to adopt one of us from the last foster home I was at, the foster parents—” She closes her eyes. I grab her hand, holding it in mine and rubbing my thumb over the top, hoping it will ease her nerves even if it’s just a little bit. “They kept me in the closet in their room. They wouldn’t let me eat for days at a time. I wasn’t even supposed to be noticed by the Donovans. But Samuel came upstairs for whatever reason, and he saved me. He told his parents I was the one. They said the Divine had picked me for Samuel.” She sighs before opening her eyes to look back at me. “He saved me by choosing me as his sister.”
I could see the pain in her eyes.
Her eyes glisten as tears pool in them.
I step farther into the shower as I wrap my arms around her to console her. Holding on to her for all her pain, for all I know is there, for all she that’s kept her in the dark.
She is more broken than she even realized she was.
“I’m fine, really.” She pushes away my chest, and I only give her a couple of inches, keeping my hands around her. “I just haven’t told that story to anyone.”
“Thank you for trusting me with it.” I pull my head back to look at her better.
“Yeah. I don’t know why that came out. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you did. I like getting to know more about you, El—Eden.”
She gives me a shy smile. “I like getting to know you, too.”
“Yeah?” I say with fake shock.
“Yes.” She bats my chest. “I actually do.”
Her smile looks more genuine now, and that makes my chest ache less.
She looks at my lips, and the air in the shower changes. Her breath deepens.
“How much do you want to get to know me, Eden?” She looks back up from my lips, and I press myself into her, not able to stop myself.
She is like a fucking drug. The minute her eyes switches from playful to lustful, it’s like I had no choice but to give in. Give her what she wants and needs. My dick twitches atthe thought of seeing her face full of pleasure like I got to witness once before.
“Truthfully?” she said, coming out more of a moan than a question.
My dick hardens.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I want to know everything about you, everything you want me to know.”
“So, can I tell you what’s on my mind right now?” I let my lips fall just above hers.
“With all honesty, Kameron”—she stares at me with more confidence than before—“I’d much rather you show me.”
With that single demand, I am on my knees.
“I think I like that idea,” I say as I gather the skirt up to her hips.
With her wet panties at eye level, I place a small kiss over the fabric, breathing in her sweet scent.
She inhales sharply. The sound alone has my pride full, my dick hard and ready to be inside her, but I know I can’t.
Pulling her panties to the side to look at her wet pussy, I practically drool at the sight.
“Kameron?” She looks down at me.
