Page 54 of Resistant

My heart is only now returning to normal, and I feel a buzzing in my body.

I’m hyper-aware of every breath she takes, every expression on her face, and every slight move. She is the most fucking beautiful woman I have ever seen, and there is no coming back from this for me.

My heart twists in my chest as I realize it holds more for Brynn than affection and attraction. This is becoming more for me and right now I want to reach out and hold on to it with both hands. I help Brynn dress, fix her a peanut butter sandwich, and make her eat while I dress.

“Are you sure you want to go over there? I wasn’t expecting that to be so intense. We need to stay here. I don’t want you to sub drop.”

“I’m good Declan. I’ll stay by your side the whole time, I promise. I don’t want to be far away from you right now. Like if I had to pee right now, I’d make you go with me.”

I study her face; she looks calm and steadfast. I need to make sure she stays that way.

“Okay, but we won’t stay more than an hour. You need more time with me, and I don’t like the interruption. You should know that we’ll be displaying a lot of PDA, if that makes you uncomfortable, we won’t go.”

She twists her fingers in mine.

“I’m not sure what happened to me, other than I liked it, and I want to experience it again. If you say we need to leave, I won’t argue. You call the shots. I trust you with this, with me.”

A full shudder runs through my body, and I clutch her fingers tightly. I grab a small blanket and tuck a chocolate color strand of hair behind her ear.

“You are a fucking delight, Angel.”

I can’t say the other things running through my mind. Like I don’t regret ending up in this hell hole because it brought me to her, and I’d endure it over and over again if it means I get to keep her by my side.

At some point, I’m going to have to tell her about my past, so she understands what this means, what she means to me.

I knock on the door and greet Rick the Dick with my best charming smile. He steps back and waves us in. I tucked some water into my pack. Brynn insisted on bringing homemade peanut butter and cracker sandwiches which I haphazardly slapped together while I watched her every move.

They are a hit. Rick the Dick makes introductions as everyone digs into the cracker plate.

Next to him is a tall woman, a full head taller than Rick dressed in a cocktail dress.Where the fuck does anyone get shit like that anymore?

Her hair is pulled back severely from her face, and I can see the tucks around her ears, evidence of a facelift. Her presumably fake tits practically spill out the top of her dress and she holds her palm out to me stepping way too close. I step back, shake her hand, and pull Brynn to my side by the hip.

“Nice to meet you, Declan. I’m Maureen, Rick’s wife. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

I drop her hand and smile, uncomfortable with her brazenness. This is not good for Brynn.

“So, how long have you and Rick been married, you two make the perfect couple. Don’t they look good together Brynn?”

Brynn smiles, a bright girl next door grin slides across her face and she laughs.

“They do. You are right Declan, perfect.”

Rick the Dick puffs out his chest, and he chuckles.

“Y’all are sweeter than my Mama’s tea.”

He gestures to a young lady; she can’t be more than 21. She has midnight black hair braided down her back, with tattoos peeking out from the neck of her tank. They continue across her shoulders and down her arms into almost full sleeves.

Her jeans look like tattered men’s Levi’s and she’s wearing black combat boots. She studies Brynn closely while Rick the Dick blathers on about something none of us are listening to. She grasps Brynn’s hand in a loose shake.

“I’m Riesa. I’m who you need to see if you need anything. I can find almost anything for the right price.”

Her voice is husky and childlike at the same time, but her demeanor is so kind and genuine I find that I like her immediately. She looks familiar, but I shrug it off.

“Declan.” I say when she turns to me and shakes my hand.

The same smile lingers on her lips, she grips my hand and steps back and sits on the floor with her knees folded under her. I notice her studying Brynn’s face and a wry smile forms on her lips.

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