She felt so good. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back at me. All of a sudden I felt a strong urge to take her and kiss all doubts and fears away but something kept me from doing that. I guess it was the fact that she was scared. What did this Peter do to her? If he really hurt her, I swear he won’t live long enough to gloat about it. Even that thought startled me. The fact that I was so protective of her already. Not like she really needed it. I knew she was strong and could handle anyone. There was just something about how she mentioned him that made me so mad. I wish she would tell me. One thought just struck me.
“Um, Emily?,” I looked at her worriedly.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just thought of something. Do you think we’ll be able to get out of here?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t. I try either not to think about it or be optimistic. The truth is, it may be a few days or more before anyone will find us. I hope they find us. It’s scary.” She looked down.
“I hope they come. I’m sure it’ll happen.” I tried to be encouraging.
“I hope so too.” She fell silent.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get out of here.” I rubbed her arms.
“You’re sweet.” She gave me a smile that made my heart do somersaults.
I stroked her hair lovingly but she pulled away slightly.
“Please tell me. Tell me what he did to you that made you so scared.” I pleaded with her.
“I don’t know…” she slowly shifted away. I grabbed her and made her sit still.
“Don’t go. Please, Emily. I want to know what he did.”
She sighed, “Fine. But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”
“I promise. Please.”
“Ok, here goes.” She drew a breath “I grew up with Peter, we were classmates. We weren’t the best of friends but we hung out every once in a while. In my first year of high school, I really started spending time with him. We dated and I started to have ideas that I loved him. Our parents were thrilled. They were business people and thought a union of the two families would be great. I suppose you could say they had already arranged our marriage. I didn’t care because I loved him. After a year and a half into our relationship, he said it was time we had sex. I didn’t really want to but I complied. Let’s just say it wasn’t that great. I felt so disgusted with myself I told him I didn’t want to do it anymore. He said ok, but it was different with him. He changed. He began insulting me all the time and calling me things like ‘whore’ and ‘slut’. Other times he would make fun of my choice to stay celibate. I ignored it for years. He would cheat on me and get drunk all the time. I think he even did drugs. Sometimes he beat me. Others he’d just make me sit there as he threw out every single insult he could think of at me. About six months ago I finally got some sense and dumped him. My family disowned me because their magnificent union was destroyed. I was so depressed. I would throw myself into my work and never talk to anyone. My friends finally cornered me, packed my bags and sent me here. I was supposed to relax. Some relaxing vacation.” She smiled weakly. “Well, that’s what happened.” She looked down as if expecting me to be sickened.
I looked down and clenched my fists. How dare that asshole treat her that way? And her family? They should have been there to support her. I looked up at her only to see silent tears falling down her cheeks. I reached up and wiped them away.
“No, I’m not disgusted. At least not at you. If I should be disgusted at anyone it should be that guy and your family. They shouldn’t have treated you that way. Come here.” I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her back and forth.
“Thank you. For understanding.” She whispered.
“I am always here. Don’t worry.” I kissed the top of her head.
She looked up at me with great intensity. She laid one hand on my cheek. Slowly, she brought her lips to mine, touching them lightly. I stayed still, wondering how deep she was going to go. She opened her mouth slightly and outlined my lips with her tongue. I opened my mouth and let her tongue enter. She became more urgent and passionate. I held her tight as I kissed her, for fear that she would move away but I didn’t have to. She had no intention of moving. I felt her run her fingers through my hair and I sighed. I felt so happy with her. Gradually we pulled away and she looked at me breathlessly.
“Nick…”
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