Page 26 of Worth the Risk

Kylie exceeded any fantasies I had. I’d never felt as connected to anyone as I did with her. When I came out of the bathroom and gazed at her, I wasn’t sure how I felt at first. I knew we had a connection, but having sex with her blew me away. I didn’t want her to go, but I also didn’t know how to ask her to stay, or if I even should. I was at a crossroad, confused and a little intimidated by the feelings I was developing for her. I got under the covers, trying to figure out exactly what my body and mind were experiencing.

When she attempted to leave, I asked her to stay. I was confused, but I knew I didn’t want her to go. When I pulled her into my chest, I thought about taking her again, but I knew she had to be sore. She was so snug around me.Damn, she fit me like a glove.I wasn’t as hard on her as I could have been, but I did lose some control, so I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been, either.

She fell asleep, and I joined her soon after. She must have rolled over in the middle of the night and snuggled up to me.Was she cold, or did she just want to be close?

When I returned to my room after a quick shower, Kylie was still knocked out. I needed time to clear my thoughts, so I went for a run.

Now, I stand outside that same door I left an hour ago. I need to talk to her because I want her like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life. I thought if we fucked, I’d get her out of my system. I was wrong. The need only grew.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I enter the house. No one seems to be awake, but it’s still early.

Heading to my bedroom, I open my door, and my stomach drops.

She’s gone.

She left me.

Cranking my head to the bathroom door, I hope she’s in there, but I quickly realize she’s not. My next thought is she was upstairs to the guest bedroom her friend, Sierra, is in.

Rushing out of the room, I take the stairs two at a time and go down the hall to the guest bedroom they stayed in. Well, Sierra stayed in. I take a moment to catch my breath before knocking.

No answer.

Knocking again, I call out Kylie’s name.

Nothing.

I open the door.

Empty.

Dammit. She left. Again. This is the third time she has left me with no goodbye.

Frustrated, I head back to my room, slamming the door behind me. Every single time, she leaves. I never cared before when a woman left, but I do with Kylie. It pisses me off that she took off without saying goodbye.

Stripping out of my clothes, I enter my bathroom for my second shower of the day.

After changing into a pair of shorts and a tank, I go into the kitchen, where Sophie is sitting at the kitchen island, eating a bowl of cereal. Noticing my scowl, her spoon stops halfway to her mouth. Yanking a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, I take a large gulp before facing her. Her spoon is now in her bowl, and she’s staring at me. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Lie.

“You’re angry.”

“No, I’m fine.” Another lie.

“Does it have anything to do with Kylie?”

“What does Kylie have to do with it?” Of course, my sister knows it’s Kylie. Most days, she knows me better than I know myself.

Sophie chooses her next words wisely, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

“She left about half an hour ago. I woke up and heard a car beep. When I went to the window, I saw her and Sierra getting into a car. Shortly after, Kylie texted me.”

I try hard to will myself not to ask what she texted her but, unable to help myself, I do. “What did she say?”

“She said she was sorry she didn’t get to say goodbye, but she didn’t want to wake me.”

That’s it? Just a goodbye text. And not for me but just for Sophie.“Was there more?”

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