Page 22 of Pool Girl - An Instalove Possessive Age Gap

I try a different tact.

“Was it just about having me? Taking my virginity, I mean… is that what makes it special.”

The sound of his fork chinking against the plate and then his look of utter hurt makes me wish I’d never said anything.

“Do you really think that?” he asks, sounding more concerned than angry.

“No. I’m just wondering how it is I know nothing about you and here you are after one day, having bed me… knowing so much about me and suddenly all content… like you’ve won me as a prize,” I hear myself saying, sounding a little too nervous for even my own liking.

Will takes a breath, and setting his plate down, he kneels in front of me again, taking my hands in his gently.

“It’s been a strange… long day, Piper. We’re just having something to eat and then we can go check on your dad, okay?” he says, sounding like he’s talking to a child.

I want to say something, but it would only prove how spoilt I’m right now.

I’ve only had five bites, of whatever it is delicious, but he’s right. It has been a long day and I’m home now and I just want to go to sleep….

Sensing my mood perfectly, Will gets up and sits me on the floor in front of him while he takes my space on the couch. I’m too pliable to care, but once I feel his strong hands starting to work my shoulders and neck, a new kind of feeling breaks through, washes over me.

“You. Are. Tense,” he says to himself, kneading my knots but with such firm tenderness, I instantly feel myself melting back into his touch.

“And to answer your question… yes. You are a prize to me, but not in the way you think. More like a gift from heaven. An angel,” he whispers in my ear, kissing it tenderly.

I feel myself tearing up, but feeling like a real ass at the same time for what I said just now.

For even doubting Will for a second.

“Now, angel, eat,” he commands me after a while, and I pick up my fork and eat small bites before the food gets cold.

Will traces his large fingers lightly across my shoulders and neck, giving me goosebumps and shivers until he reaches over and helps himself to his plate again.

Pulling the coffee table closer, I can lean back into him and eat at the same time. Before long we’ve demolished the food and I lean back harder, wondering why or even how I ate so much in the first place.

I don’t mind when his hands slide down my front, gently stroking my chest through my tee.

As long as Will doesn’t press on my stomach right now, I’ll be fine.

“When you want, have a shower and change. We can go see your dad at the hospital. I’ll call to see how he’s doing, and where they’re at with him,” Will suggests.

“A shower, by myself, or with you in it?” I ask, already hungry for him again, despite being so full of food.

“Whatever you want baby. Whatever you want,” he says, kissing the top of my head.Chapter SixteenWillI tell Piper to start without me in the shower, giving her time to do what girls do while I call the hospital.

Surprisingly, I get put straight through to a nurse, even speaking to an admitting doctor who’s handling Guy’s case.

“I can really only discuss his condition with family, next of kin,” he explains. I want to argue the point, but there isn’t one, he’s right. They don’t just tell random callers everything about patients, no matter how well they know them.

“He’s stable now and I could make an exception if you wanted to visit. He has a daughter, I understand?” The doc asks me, cutting me a break.

“Yes, she’s just getting ready. If it’s alright, we’d both like to see him,” I say, sounding thankful instead of combative, which is my first reflex in situations like this.

“Of course. I’ll let the nursing staff know, they can update his daughter on Guy’s progress.”

I hang up, feeling relieved but annoyed.

Next of kin. I am family… almost.

The main thing is Guy’s alright, and I can take Piper in to see him.

Running my hands through my hair and then dragging them down my face, I feel better when I hear Piper calling for me from the bathroom.

The sound of running water, the scent of her shampoo and steam…

I could get used to this. I really could.A slight delay in the shower… okay, an hour later and Piper is walking like she’s made of rubber, on our way to the hospital.

Past visiting hours, it’s no big deal. The doc, true to his word has arranged for the staff to update Piper and for us to see her dad.

But something else has my back up straight away.

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