Until we find our way in the dark and out of harm
Chapter 3
“Hi,” I said shyly, pushing hair behind my ear and extending a hand.
“I’m Gerard.” The man smiled warmly at me, taking my hand into his, shaking it, then holding it for a moment. I’ve never been one to go on dates with strangers.
“I’m Chase,” He said, smiling. He had white teeth that sat perfectly straight in his warm smile. It was a flawless smile, said for a small chip in the corner of one of his front teeth. His face was soft, eyes glowing with warmth and a twinkle. His skin was tanned but didn’t seem to be from the sun. He had dark hair that appeared coarse, with a beard that came down a few inches but looked well kept. I wasn’t one for men with facial hair, but I felt I could make an exception for this man. He was wearing a sweater that was pulled tight to his skin. His arms and shoulders appeared large with muscle, chest tight and defined.
“It’s really nice to see you again,” He said, sticking his hands into his pockets.
“Yes, it is. I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” I blushed and looked down, hair falling back into my face. I heard Chase laugh, and he reached out, pushing my hair back and lifting my chin with two fingers. His hands were firm, and strong.
“Don’t look down,” he said, eyes darkening.
“I need to see your face.” I blushed deeper, feeling my skin heat up under his hand, resting on my cheek.
He took me out to dinner at a nice restaurant. I felt underdressed, but he assured me I looked just fine. We made small talk over dinner, discovering similarities between each-other and laughing at things we disagreed on. The waitress came to the table and took away our plates, asking if we wanted some dissert. Chase smiled and ordered two slices of mousse cake, even after I protested. When the waitress was gone, he reached out and took my hand.
“Gerard, I want to tell you something.” His eyes darkened again, and a smile crept across his lips.
“I want you as my own.” Something bubbled deep inside of me, excited and warm. He wanted ME. I blushed a deep red and pushed some hair out of my eyes.
“But… I do things… Differently.” I bit nervously at my lip.
“What do you mean?” I asked, fidgeting with his fingers.
“I take good care of my lovers,” he said, purring.
“I take very good care of them. They are mine. And I want you to be mine. Let me care for you…” He tightened his grip on my hand.
“Come home with me, tonight, and I’ll show you..”
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5/15/14