Page 63 of Hollyhocks

The question is will my monster come out and play? All I need to do is gain her trust. I’m pushing her, maybe. I need to respect her space.

Except I don’t want to respect her space at all.

“I’ll be looking for you,” I say before stepping through the sliding glass doors of urgent care.

“Oh, you’re back,” the kind nurse I saw yesterday chirps with a big smile. “Same thing?”

My face burns bright red. “Yes.”

“The doctor will be right with you.”

“Thank you.” I turn to sit in one of the chairs, wanting nothing more than to plot how to trap her.

“You’ll be seeing a new doctor today, though. I hope that is alright,” the nurse casually announces.

Quirking my brow, I turn to him. “Why? I’d rather see the last doctor if you don’t mind. She is familiar with…my issue.” Itread carefully, not wanting everyone to know about my medical concerns.

“She didn’t come in. It’s weird. She hasn’t texted. It isn’t like her. The on-call doctor is here.”

“Oh, wow. I hope she’s okay. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Me too. She was sweet. She made coming to work easy, you know?”

I nod, understanding exactly what he means.

“I’d rather see the other doctor. I’ll come back later.” If I’m right about my monster, then my marks have to be from her. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

“I understand,” he says, bending down to place his elbows on the counter. “I know this is out of left field, but would you want to go out sometime? You’re cute. You have innocent eyes I want to corrupt.” His eyes roam up and down me.

“Uh, I’m flattered but I’m taken. I hope you have a good day.”

He pouts. “All the cute ones always are.” The chair he is in rolls directly in front of a computer. “Have a great day.”

I give him a wave, having to stop myself from skipping out of there. Granted, I’ve never skipped, but I do run into the fucking ‘automatic’ doors again.

“Mother fucker.” I rub my nose.

A small giggle sounds behind me and the flush from my cheeks spreads to the tip of my ears. When the doors open, I dash through them. My boots scuff against the pavement, the fog a giant phantom snake slithering throughout the parking lot.

There it is again. That feeling of being watched. A big smile spreads across my face, but I don’t think she wants to be close to me right now. I’ll keep my distance.

For now.

I climb into the driver’s seat and then hang out the door, studying the parking lot one last time. “I hope I see you soon. Ilook forward to it,” I announce, the words echoing between the trees.

Slamming the door, my cock plumps at the thought of her. Her skin is my favorite color, and her wings look so soft. I want to hold onto them while I fuck her from the back. Unless she doesn’t look that way at all.

I could be wrong and if I am, I’ll go get help to see why I want this so much that I’m imagining it.

The headlights pour through the dense fog as I drive to the main road. I’m no longer in auto-pilot. This revelation has zapped me with a bolt of energy. Did lightning strike me? Are all these marks because of a storm?

That would make sense too but it’s not nearly as fun.

This is so fucking wild.

I stop before taking a left onto the main road, noticing two figures in the depths of the fog. Rolling down my window, I shout to the hitchhikers, “Hey. Do you need a ride or anything?”

They stay hidden, keeping their faces turned away from me. “No, we are fine. Just taking a walk.”

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