Page 53 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“No. No. It’s fine. I will. Please, where is he?”

Though she tried to keep her eyes on mine, she couldn’t help their wandering nature.

“Swimming. The pool. Down the main hallway. Right. Follow the scent of water from there.”

“Thank you.”

Swiftly, I marched down the hallway, following the path as instructed until the scent of water led me the rest of the way. Drawn to it, just as I was drawn to him, I ended up at the door of the large, unusually lengthy pool area. Quietly, I crept inside, watching as Chem’s dark skin swam toward the other side.

Amazed by his speed, I stopped at the edge of the pool, waiting for him to take a breath, lift his head, or stop. He did neither, instead, heading back toward the end where I was standing, still holding his breath. I watched him lap the pool, effortlessly, never coming up to refill his lungs. Not until the fourth lap. And when he finally reached for the concrete, there I was.

Water rushed from his skin in a hurry to get back to the surface. He glistened. His hair rested on his head and face, weighed by the heaviness of the liquid. He felt so far away. Too far away, in fact.

I slid into the pool, realizing its depth while praying I didn’t make a fool of myself. Though I could swim, I wasn’t as rehearsed as Chem and I wasn’t, at all, equipped for depths like the one I was in.

My nipples hardened against his chest. Those perfect teeth slowly appeared behind slightly stretched lips. The excitement on his face was overshadowed by the capacity of his expression being met, but it registered, regardless.

“Hi.”

I stared into those dark orbs, searching for the light I knew was buried in there somewhere. I was hoping it led me to his soul. It was crying for companionship.

I could hear it when he slept. Hear it when he spoke. Feel it when he looked at me as if I was his only hope. I didn’t want to let him down, couldn’t let him down.

“Good evening, Eden.”

His voice was addictive. My obsession with him grew each time he shared his words.

Comfortably, we held each other’s stare. Involuntarily, my body clung to him. My arms sat on his shoulders, hands gathering behind his head. And when I couldn’t bear the allure any longer, I pushed forward, placing my lips on his.

“Ed– Don’t do that shit, again,” he fussed.

“Mmmmmmm.” I paid him no mind.

He clamped down on my bottom lip. I could feel the blood as it began to seep into my mouth.

Aroused by his violent sexual tendencies, I deepened our kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his arousal searching for my entrance.

And when it broke way, I gasped in despair. There was absolutely no reason on God’s green earth for him to be so good. Feel so good. Fuck so good.

“Cheeeeeeeeem.” I moaned against his lips.

They lowered, sucking my right breast into his mouth. From below, he unclogged my thoughts, relieved my stressors, and wrote his name a hundred times. I tightened my grip around his neck, bringing our lips together again.

“Chem.”

I was splintering. He touched parts of me only he had. That only he could. He was unfathomable. He was unreal.

“Give me a son, Eden.”

His request sent me spiraling into another universe. Deep in his stratosphere, I searched for answers, signs this man wasn’t for me. But, I found none. And though children were not on my radar, I’d give him one, gladly. Maybe not now, but eventually.

One day.

When his heart wasn’t so cold. When his words weren’t so hurtful. When his absence wasn’t so depriving. When my career wasn’t so demanding.

“I need a son, Eden.” Almost as if he was begging, he repeated himself.

“Okaaaaaay.” I purred against him as my orgasm subsided.

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