Hannah

Thomas and I have been stuck together for a full week now. A full week as in seven of the longest days I have ever experienced. I have successfully managed to avoid him, but I am not sure how much longer I can pull it off. The first three days he walked into a room and I left. He would look at me and I would bite my cheek forcing myself not to give him the time of day. I don’t know if Thomas has had enough, but something has changed.

When he walks into the room, I walk out, and he follows. When he stares at me, I don’t look at him, but he won’t look away. He even has started making little comments to me, rude comments like he is intentionally trying to piss me off, so I’ll talk. It’s four in the morning and I can hear him slamming doors and hammering in the other room. Why the hell is he up this early in the morning? We have been here for a week and he know I sleep until nine, but he’s slamming doors?

I smother myself with the pillow hoping to block out the noise and he only gets louder. I climb out of bed and march into the other room to find out what the hell he’s doing and find him standing in the hall between our doors. Well he is between what used to be our doors, since his door is off the hinges.

“What the hell are you doing?” I inquired staring at the door that is now laying against the wall

“The door wasn’t closing properly, so I am fixing it.” He ripped out the words impatiently

“Isn’t there a clock in that room? It’s four in the morning!” my voice was hoarse with frustration and he walked toward me with a look in his eye

“I’m sorry if I woke you. Did you need me to give you something to help you go back to sleep?” his glare burned through me as I quickly chastised myself for wanting to take him up on the offer. I shake my head advising him that I can get back to sleep just fine on my own as I quickly walk away before I change my mind.

Sleep doesn’t find me even though Thomas stopped the noise. I stared at the ceiling thinking about him hammering. I thought about him hammering into me to be exact. I tossed and turned thinking about Thomas and how much I want him. I don’t know why but I find Thomas vaguely disturbing. How could I be attracted to a killer? When I am near the man half of me is in anticipation and the other half is in dread. A tumble of confused thoughts and feelings assailed me.

Thomas is a killer, why can’t that be the end of the story? There is something else about him that I can’t move past. He found me, but he didn’t hurt me. Why didn’t he shoot me when I caught him in the alley? I was terrified that he would hunt me down and get rid of me. Instead he protected me from Stan. Thomas killed Stan to protect me. If that wasn’t confusing enough he made sure to take care of me afterwards.

The first time Thomas and I slept with each other, it was because we needed comfort. We were both angry and it was a stress reliever. The second time we were together, it was something more. I felt it and I know he did as well. I wanted Thomas. I wanted Thomas and no one else could have taken his place. When I stare into his eyes I feel like I see his soul. It’s dark, but at the same time it feels comforting like home. It feels like I belong with this man. The problem is I can’t belong to him because he is a fucking killer.

“I need contact with the outside world.” I mumbled, and Thomas shook his head reminding me that we need to stay hidden until Oliver finds out what happened at the diner

“Can we at least look at tv?” I beg, and Thomas shakes his head advising that Oliver doesn’t want us to worry while watching the news. None of this shit makes any sense. I can’t take this anymore.

“I can’t do this Thomas! I need out, this is worse than being in jail!” a warning voice whispered in my head as Thomas face clouded with uneasiness

“Go get dressed, we’ll going out.” Thomas states and I practically run to the bedroom and quickly get dressed

Ten minutes later Thomas and I are both undressed while getting massages. The building has its own spa and even though we didn’t leave this is nice. I stare at the pretty blond while she gives Thomas his massage. She giggles as he moans, and he says things to her that only she can hear. They appear to be hitting it off and it starts to piss me off. I am not enjoying the massage with the girl that is doing mine, as much as he is enjoying his. I turn my head, so I don’t have to watch them any longer and my girl starts to mention how tense I am. How can I not be tense when my… my Thomas is flirting with that bitch while I am in the same room? Why do I even care? I am practically his hostage and I should be thrilled that she is taking away some of the attention. The fact that I am pissed off has alarm bells ringing.

My massage was finished, and Thomas was still getting his. I became more uncomfortable by the minute as my dismay grew. I was dressed and still watching the blond grope Thomas. The worst part is listening to him groan as he enjoyed it.

When she finally finishes, he sits up pulling his towel around his waist. She leans over giving him quick kiss on the cheek and tells him that she hopes to see him again. What the hell?

Thomas walks into the bathroom to get dressed and the blond smiles at me as she cleans. She gives me a once over and smirks as she leaves.

The elevator ride is a quiet one and I feel his eyes on me. I have a much stronger guard up now. I will knee him if he even moves in my direction.

“You didn’t enjoy it? He asks, and I nod

“Ok… you enjoyed it but your pissed?” he describes, and I kick off my shoes the minute were back home. If that’s what I should even call it. Thomas grabs my arm before I can get past him and pulls me against him

“What the hell is wrong with you? You were in a better mood before the massage.” Thomas complains, and I try to pull away from him

“I don’t know… could the fact that I had to spend 60 minutes listening to you moan while that blond groped you have anything to do with it?” I whined, and Thomas’ head falls back in laughter

“Are you kidding me? Your jealous?” he can barely ask while still laughing. I stare at Thomas realizing that this is the first time I have heard him laugh. My breath caught in my throat as I felt my heart pounding. Thomas’ eyes widen when he senses my eyes on him and he pulled me roughly, almost violently, to him.

The feeling of his lips were punishing and angry. His lips were more persuasive than I cared to admit. Thomas and I fell to the floor and he undressed me slowly, worshipfully. I gasped as he lowered his body over mine. I writhed beneath him, eager to touch his skin. He pulled down his pants as he leaned over me. His lips brushed my nipples as I lay panting, my chest heaving. I pushed him up as I pulled his shirt off. Thomas lowered his hand lining his hard cock against my opening and pushed himself in.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted the ache that only Thomas could provide. Thomas felt heavy with his weight on me, but it felt good. He drove himself harder inside me. I moaned with pleasure and I knew I was closer than I wanted to be. Thomas knew my body as if I was his own and he slowed himself. He pushed my knees up higher and pounded into me. I came three times before Thomas thrust in me one last hard time and fell on top of me shaking.

I was fully aware of the hardness of his thigh brushing against mine. Thomas and I had just made love, it wasn’t only sex this time. His arm is wrapped around me and his breathing has calmed. He had fallen asleep with me in his arms. He was shattering the hard shell that I had carefully built for years. I moved closer against him while the warmth of his soft flesh was almost intoxicating to me.

I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted my mind to burn with the memory of laying here in his arms. My eyes started to burn from sleeplessness and I don’t last much longer.