Chương 85: Ssshh
Steve
Mark wasn't kidding. Everywhere I turned, there was at least one Goddess Athena in the room. All of them asleep, on the couch, in a mattress on the floor that they probably grabbed from the recording studio, in the guest room. In my bedroom.
She was curled up with the blanket twisted around her legs, hugging it the way she had been hugging me in her sleep the nights before I went away.
"Why are you here?"
Missy was startled, and quickly sat upright. "Ssshh!" she shushed me. She looked around the room, as if assessing where "here" was and saw that Kate and Tiffany were sleeping beside her. She smiled, not looking at me.
"I like it here," she whispered.
I went to the bathroom, grabbed my tube of toothpaste and looked for the extra tube of toothpaste in the cabinet. Then I took the whole box of contact lenses and pressed the bottle of contact lens solution under my armpit. I guess a shower was out of the question. But then, the shower should work fine in Burt's house.
When I got out of the bathroom, Missy was lying down again, her arms around the pillow. She wasn't asleep, but she looked like she wasn't going to get up anytime soon. I went to my drawers, pulled out some fresh underwear and stuffed them into my pocket. Then I reached over to the dresser to pick up my birthday gift for LJ. I made my way to the door so that I could get out of the house.
"And I was waiting for you to come home."
I froze. I turned around to look at her. She was sitting up again. She was finally looking at me. I couldn't read her face. I don't know what she wants me to say to that.
She said "home."
"You can go home, Miss, your life is no longer in danger," I said, softly.
"My life was never in danger," she replied. "But I like it here. You were here."
My heart jumped to my throat. This is Missy of Goddess Athena posting on social media for fan service, intimating that there was a deeper thing between us. Telling everyone how lucky she would be if only it were true. She would have a million likes in two minutes.
I turned around and walked off. I left the house, strode to my car, got in. Tossed my things in the backseat and pulled the seatbelt on. Suddenly, the passenger door opened and Missy quickly got in. She was in one of my jackets, her pajama bottoms and flip flops.
She pulled the seatbelt over her body. "Let's go!" she pointed forward.
"Missy, get out," I said.
She stubbornly looked forward, pretending she didn't hear me.
"Missy," I growled.
"You can try and push me out, I dare you," she shrugged.
I snapped both of our seatbelts free, reached over to her side to open her door, and started to push her out of the car. She yelped and grabbed my shoulders. As she lost her grip on me, she encircled her arms around my neck and squeezed me tightly to her.
I grabbed her arm and pried it from her embrace. She struggled to keep her hold but when that seemed like a losing battle, she lifted my shirt with her free arm and stuck her hand in. Her palm splayed across the skin of my back. My entire body reacted with an electric jolt.
"Wow, you have all these muscles here," she whispered, her hand exploring between my shoulder blades. It was not flirty, like Antonia or Teresa, or seductive, like Kyle or ... suddenly I can't remember names, just a vague idea that there were more. Right now, there was only Missy, telling me about my muscles. She said it with genuine awe, as if she had never expected I would be built like this, as if she had never expected to touch me there. It was sobering. I planted my hands on her waist and pushed her out of the car.
"No, wait!" Missy resisted, partly also because her arm was trapped under my shirt. I took her arm and removed it from my clothing, and nudged her further.
She had somehow forcefully pushed herself back into the car and grabbed at my head and neck again. "Ow!" She exclaimed, she had hit her head on the ceiling. She rubbed her head, and as she did, her chest on my face shook, as if she was deliberately offering me her breasts. Under my jacket, she smelled like heaven. Drowning in a cherry blossom garden, I suppose it's not the worst way to die.
I reacted automatically and my arms went around her body. I hugged her closer, pressed my face closer into the hard ridge of her cleavage, my cheeks pillowed by her small, soft breasts.
"Don't leave me, please," Missy whispered. She started crying.
"Ssshhh," I said, softly. I stroked her head, feeling her silky hair in my hands as I smoothed it down. "I won't leave you," I promised.
"You left me just like that, don't do that ever again," she complained. I nodded despite the little space allowed. "Say it, say you won't ever leave me again," she demanded.
I had to pull away from her. I looked into her face, her watery eyes. "Do you know what you're asking of me?" I asked her. I pushed a lock of hair away from her cheeks, tucked it behind her ear. I touched her tears.
"Of course I know," she said, covering my hand with hers. "How could I not know?" She pulled my hand away from her face, leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.
I sat there, struck dumb. Her soft lips pressed on mine, the tip of her tongue delicately touched the flesh just inside my upper lip. I felt my entire life had come to its purpose. "I will never leave you ever again," I breathed.
"Ssshh," she said against my mouth and deepened her kiss. I closed my arms tightly around her and kissed her back.
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