Page 19 of Tormenting Me

Layne

The cool morning air from the bay blows into the apartment from the open window. My eyes shoot open and I feel Wes’s warm body pressed against me. He’s still here. He stayed the night. With me. I half expected him to leave in the early hours of the morning, leaving me to deal with all the emotions from what we did by myself. But he didn’t. Slipping out of bed, I tiptoe toward the bathroom, my bare feet cold on the hardwood floor. The door creaks as I close it over to pee. I’m hoping the sound doesn’t wake him up. Toilet paper in hand, I go to wipe and the door creaks open, thinking it’s the breeze, so I pay it no mind.

“Thought you could sneak away while I slept?” he coos in a raspy morning voice. I practically jump out of my skin as he enters the bathroom.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Wes! I’m just peeing. I can’t do that alone?”

“Negative, baby.” He smirks, leaning against the door frame.

His eyes stay on me as I finish up. It still hurts a lot, and there’s still some blood. Without pain relievers, I doubt I’ll feel comfortable at all today. Without speaking, Wes hands me a glass he fills from the sink. He unscrews the medicine bottle and drops two pills into my palm. I examine the pills, the same ones that sat on my bedside table yesterday morning.

“You left me water and medicine yesterday morning,” realizing the kind gesture and my initial reaction to it, “That was very sweet of you.”

He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Get dressed and ready. We need food.”

I’m not usually up this early. While standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I brush my teeth and run a brush through my hair, then pull it back into a lazy bun. I leave the bathroom and pull out clothes from my dresser. Wes leaves the door to the bathroom open, peeing while in there.

“Hey, there is a new toothbrush under the sink. It’s yours now.” I call out to him.

I can hear him digging in the cabinet. A smile spreads across my face, knowing that he is serious about this situation.

Dammit, Layne, don’t get too attached. He is your stalker; you don’t know him. Don’t assume he’ll always be sweet just because he took your virginity and then stayed the night with you.

I replay last night repeatedly in my head. The sounds he made will forever be my favorite noise. Wes walks out of the bathroom in just his boxers briefs and I can’t help but stare. He’s beautiful, with his body covered in ink, tall and lean, but with just enough muscle to know he could throw me around. I shake my head to stop myself from going back to thoughts of his cock and what it did to me last night.

“You good?” Wes eyes me suspiciously.

“Yep,” I squeak, and that makes him smirk.

Wes heads towards the couch to put his pants and shirt back on and I take time to really admire him, my eyes lingering on his strong back for a moment before they trail down to the curve of his ass. In a black mid-thigh dress and knee-high socks, I come into the room with my knife harness. I slip into my sneakers and put my foot up on the couch so I can strap my harness on.

Wes grabs the harness from me. “Ma Petite Mort, you don’t need this when I’m with you. I’ll protect you.”

I catch myself before I roll my eyes at him. “A girl can’t be too safe in San Francisco. Even if she has a scary stalker with her.”

He bends down and straps it to my thigh for me. Down on his knees, looking up at me, he places a tender kiss on the thigh. The sight makes me hold my breath. He gets up and drags me by the hand towards the door, I stop and notice the window’s still open from last night, and I gesture towards it.

“What? Do you think another stalker is going to sneak in while we’re gone, Layne?” As he backs away to close the window, I give him a playful smack on the chest.

“Indulge me, and lock it.” I smile.

After closing and locking it, he makes his way back to me and takes my hand back in his. I lock up the apartment and we head down the stairs. After two blocks of walking, we arrive at a black classic car. “Why the hell did you park so far away?” Wes opens the passenger door for me, lowering me down into the seat.

“Force of habit. This is where I park when I come to watch you.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Park in the alley from now on. That’s where the owner said I could park. If I ever end up getting a car.”

“From now on, huh?” He smiles then licks his lips before leaning into kiss me.

From now on? Shit, Layne don’t sound so set on him sticking around.

It’s only nine in the morning and it’s actually a really nice day outside. Wes pulls his car into the parking lot of a small diner right by the water. Yes! At least he knows that greasy food is a necessity this early in the morning. Even though I didn’t drink last night, I’m freaking starving and can demolish a plate of French toast right now. He locks the car and guides me to the entrance of the diner, where an older woman greets us and sits us at a booth with a window overlooking the bay.

“So, is this like our first date?” I joke as I look over the menu.

French Toast, sold!

“Aw, am I growing on you, Ma Petite Mort? Nah, I’ll just take you down to the courthouse and marry you. First and last date done.“ He motions with his hands like a bomb dropping, a side-smirk on his face.

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