Blue is a 21 year old car thief. His life was going as normal. He'd drink a small slushy from the gas station and wait. Wait to see the perfect car roll into the parking lot. The fateful day in November was like no other. Well, that was until Blue e...
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My fingers ran over his skin, moving from the dip of his waist to the faint ab lines of his stomach. He looked so beautiful even through my hazy vision. I just wished I could focus a bit better. I wished I could focus on the way his alcohol soaked-mouth met mine. I wished I could focus on the way his stomach constricted as I tended to his body. When he placed his thin hand on my face there was a sense of familiarity that I couldn't seem to put my finger on. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, I shot awake.
"Jesus." The curse left my mouth with what I'd describe as a painful level of exasperation. The dream was becoming a frequent occurrence, one I tried my best to ignore.
The sky was still a light pink shade, the sun had just risen. I had always been a morning person. I always loved the way the birds chirped and the way the air was chilled. The book that laid on my bedside table was calling my name but I ignored it. There was much to do today, things that I had avoided for as long as I could.
I stepped out of bed, running a hand down my face. Stepping into the bathroom I turned on the shower, steam filling the room. When I was done I walked to my closet to get dressed.
No matter how hard I tried not to I couldn't help but think of Blue. We had made so much progress and within seconds I ruined it all. I sighed at the thought. The sight of him pulling away from me made my chest tighten.
I dressed in a navy blue suit, making sure that everything was in order. When I was done I exited my room and went to the kitchen, beginning to make breakfast. Whoever was awake first would make it and today, it happened to be me. I was in the process of making pancakes when footsteps entered the room. Simply from the sound, I knew who it was.
"Thank you for cooking this morning." His voice was quiet.
"It's the least I could do." I clicked off the burner and placed the last pancake I made onto a plate. The rest of the food was laid out on the counter. I finally looked him in his eyes, ignoring the nervousness I was feeling.
His mouth opened to say something but it soon closed, a conflicted look taking place on his face.
"Are you going to work today?" He asked and tentatively moved towards me to grab a plate.
"I am but the guards will be here all day," I reassured him and made a plate for myself.
"When will you be back?" Blue's face was something of concern.
His expression surprised me, I didn't think he was worried about everything that was going on. My expression softened. For the past week, I had been staying home to help them get settled, but I had to get back to work.
