Page 18 of A Constant Reminder

Chapter 10 – Sam

A few days had passed since the disappointing visit from Detective Macintosh, and I was trying to do my best to stay in good spirits. I had let go of my anger toward Tyler because I knew he wasn’t intentionally trying to upset me. His intentions were pure no matter how misguided.

Unfortunately, staying positive was really difficult when I was still stuck in the house. Tyler had taken the liberty of calling the school and getting me out of my finals. Although I was grateful he was looking out for me, I was itching to get the hell out of the house for a while. I would have gladly gone and taken those tests merely for a distraction.

Boredom was no friend to the dark thoughts I was trying my hardest to keep out.

Tyler was doing his best to keep me amused though, and I loved him for it. I loved all of our time together. It was wonderful being able to cuddle up and watch movies all day and have silly talks about absolutely nothing.

It was easy to see that he wanted to talk about all the dark stuff too, but I just wasn’t ready, and he was doing his best to respect that.

It certainly wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but pretending my trauma didn’t exist seemed to just make things easier.

Simply being around Tyler though put my troubled soul at ease, and I didn’t want to ruin it by opening up a door that I was unsure I could close again.

We were still making love, but every time he treated me as though I was going to break, which was quickly growing old. I needed heat! I needed that animal to come out and ravage my body.

Tyler Wendell had the reputation of being dynamite in the bedroom, and I had firsthand knowledge of that fact, but he also had a reputation of taking charge and being very…creative. I wanted to experience everything he had to offer. And although partly, my motives were selfish, I also wanted to ensure he was getting everything he needed in that department too.

This man was used to a woman who could grace the pages of men’s magazines with their huge tits and perfect asses. Woman who would do anything in the bedroom.

Meanwhile, I was the girl too emotionally traumatized to even put his cock in my mouth.

I wanted to show him that I could be more than enough for him. To do that though, I would have to get him to stop seeing me as fragile.

So, that afternoon, when Tyler had to leave to go finish a couple of his finals for the semester, I knew it was time to do something to make him take notice. He was hesitant to leave me, but I assured him I was okay behind locked doors.

After he left, I ran upstairs to take a long, soothing shower…taking the time to give every inch of me the pampering it craved. I lathered up with my best smelling soap, washed my hair twice, and shaved everything that could be shaved.

Everything.

When I was thoroughly clean and wrapped in a towel, I dried my hair and added some curls, put on a little make up, and rubbed lotion over every inch of my skin.

I walked downstairs, still adorned in nothing but a towel when I heard a key turning in the lock.

Showtime.

When the door swung open, I let the terrycloth fabric fall to the floor.

But it wasn’t Tyler standing in the doorway. Instead, looking at my stark-naked body were the eyes of his sister, Tess.

It took a few moments for us to stop staring at each other in pure shock. When we finally understood what was happening, two high-pitched, girlish screams erupted in the silence.

Quickly, I bent over to grab my towel and wrap it back around me while Tess shielded her eyes.

“Oh my gosh, Sam! Why are you naked?!”

“Why are you here, Tess?! And how do you have a key?”

“I used to live here, remember?” She cried. “I didn’t think anyone would be naked!”

“What if your brother had been here? We could have both been naked!” I had the towel firmly wrapped around me now.

“I knew he wasn’t here. I came over to talk to you!”

What?

Tyler’s mother had made no effort to hide her dislike for me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe his sister was following in her footsteps.

“Why do you want to talk to me?”

“Can you please put some actual clothes on? I can’t talk to you like this,” she waved her hand at my ensemble without actually looking at me.

I wanted to tell her to fuck off since she ruined my surprise for her brother, but intrigue plagued me. I wanted to know what she wanted to talk about. My curiosity won out, and I sauntered upstairs to get dressed.

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