The Dark of You (GxG)

39. Break the chain

I stepped into the house with bags in each hand and placed them on the kitchen floor.

"Oh, thank you so much," Shantelle said as she came my way and picked the items out.

"It's nothing," I smiled as Lola came in behind me and laid the bags on the ground with a groan.

"Nothing?" She said out of breath and leaned against the counter.

"You paid for it all," Lola bent down as she reached for air and it made me chuckle.

"No, my dad paid for it. Not me," I stated correctly, but Lola waved it off.

"You didn't have to do that," Shantelle said worriedly.

"It's fine. My dad has more money than anyone needs to be honest," I shrugged but shivered as the cold air from outside hadn't left my body.

"Go find yourselves something warm to put on while Lola helps me with the groceries,"

"Dammit," Lola complained and I laughed as I exited the kitchen. Going out shopping alone with Lola was an experience. She is like a bunny that jumps all over the place. Her energy level is so high that I wondered if she was on drugs, but it seems just to be her personality.

She gets so excited about the little things and her mouth won't ever stop producing words. My head started to pound the moment we came out of the shop. She is slightly intense but in a positive way. To be in her presence felt as if I could breathe because she kept me so preoccupied from my mind.

Since Shantelle spoke to me yesterday, I haven't been able to shut her words out. Thoughts of Rylan kept themselves on repeat. I would love nothing more than to take Rylan's heart, but as complicated I am myself, I'm not sure I'm the right person for her. How is someone who is already drowning supposed to be able to pull someone else out of the deep end? Rylan needs a person she can depend on to bring her up. I'm not that.

I opened the door and there was no sign of Rylan as she is probably still in the barn to help Matt chop up wood. Most of the pieces that are left are too big for the fireplace because Chris hadn't really done the job correctly.

I looked through my suitcase until I found a hoodie. Then, as I was about to turn, the bathroom door opened and I stopped breathing as I became motionless by the half-naked view in front of me.

"Oh, fuck me," I said quietly. The hoodie slid down from my hands as my body became all wobbly. Rylan stood frozen in the door frame with a towel around her slim waist. I couldn't stop my mouth when it dropped open. I took her in and it's such a sight for sore eyes.

Those broad shoulders and strong arms flexed with tension. A need demands me to touch them, to feel them underneath my own skin. Drops of water slide down her bare skin until her firm breasts. They are as pale as the rest of her torso but so perfectly and beautifully shaped. The drops continued down to her belly and drifted over the solid muscles.

I reached out for air as I had forgotten to breathe. My attention went over to the rough skin on the side of her body. The tone of her skin is somewhat red in certain places. Every part of me itches to feel her. With a deep swallow, I trailed nervously over. Rylan's gaze stuck on me as she can't seem to move an inch of her body. Carefully I placed my hand over the rough skin at the side of her belly. I traced my fingertips up to her shoulder, where the burns ended.

I laid my hand on her cheek, where those spots of scars were dug into her skin. Those imperfections I have become so used to that they have turned beautiful. Rylan closed her eyes and leaned into my hand. I let out a relieved breath as if that were the answer I had craved for so long.