Trouble

Ch 49: I Think I'm Crushing on a Psychopathic Criminal Genius

Vega POV:

I didn't want to be alone. So I went home with Wulf, dabbing at my red, puffy eyes and hiding behind my hair.

I couldn't help but feel ashamed of myself.

He let me be on the drive to his place.

And didn't so much as speak so long as I stayed curled into his side when we had settled onto the bed.

I never really thought of Oliver having taken advantage of me, I didn't want to.

I mean...I questioned it from time to time. And I always did feel guilty about our relationship.

...but I felt guilty with Wulf too..

But it was a different guilt..I think.

I looked up at the Blonde. His golden lashes settled over his cheeks.

Is he asleep?

I bit my lip.

"I can practically feel your stare as much as your fidgeting, whats up?"

"I'm confused."

"Of course you are. there is no way of avoiding that."

"What happened to me...I mean like it was consensual-"

"Doesn't matter. You know according to the law it was statutory rape...maybe molestation too. He is around 12 years older than you and touched you, he had sex with you. He took advantage of a vulnerable time in your life, you're a minor he knew better. And I'm sure you're  not the first."

Everything he said made sense, at least part of me has to agree with Wulf, I wouldn't have broken down otherwise. But It never felt like molestation or rape or whatever at the time.

but it didn't feel right either.

Not like when I was with Wulf. With him there was the knowledge where I shouldn't be doing this, after he touched me but while he was with me, wringing pleasure from my body and filling me with need, it felt right. It was pure pleasure no guilt, no second guessing.

I used to feel guilty during my time with Oliver.

like I was wrong, dirty somehow.

Beowulf makes me feel beautiful, almost..perfect when he touches me.

I looked up at him again.

"Wulfie?"

He peered at me through his lashes, "hmm?"

"Will you kiss me?"

"Why?"

He's never asked why before. He likes kissing, I like kissing so it shouldn't matter, "does it matter?"

"yes actually, after the day you have had it matters."

I sighed, "to see what it feels like."

"...are you comparing me to him?"

I bit my lip, "would my saying yes upset you?"

pinching the bridge of his nose he took a deep breath, "of course it fucking bothers me but I get it. You're uneasy, go ahead."

"Well now I don't think you want to kiss me."

"I always want to tangle my tongue with yours Vega. Hell I'm actually still thinking about having sex with you today."

Charming this one.

Still. I kissed him, lightly at first, a soft brush of the lips.

And then another...and another, the kisses grew deeper, more passionate.