Thomas

Her body felt as if It was half ice and half flame. Maybe it only felt that way because in the back of my mind I knew I shouldn’t be touching her. How many times do I have to remind myself that she is the witness? She knows enough to put me away for good and here I am pumping my cock into her. The minute I pull out of her I know the real world will spin and be careened on its axis. Until then I stare into her beautiful, innocent looking eyes feeling like the monster that I know that I am. I continued to push inside her until I felt her body begin to vibrate with a liquid fire and I thrust a few more times until I did the same.

When I finally pulled out of her I fell onto my back. Hannah moved to face me laying on her side and I couldn’t look at her. I closed my eyes hoping sleep would find me because I feel sick at what I just did. Oliver will show up soon enough and he’ll want me to kill her. I know I should kill her, she is a complication none of us need or want. I just don’t know how I’ll be able to do it now that she’s mine.

When I woke up the next morning, Hannah wasn’t in bed. I can smell the coffee and eggs that she’s making. Instead of getting dressed and heading to the kitchen I lay in bed alone with my own thoughts. There are undeniable and dreadful facts that I need to deal with. Hannah is a witness to two murders that I committed. However, Hannah and I both are being questioned for whatever happened at the diner after we left. Whose blood was that in the diner? More importantly will Hannah rat me out if they blame her for it? Oliver got rid of her bloody clothes, but did she leave anything else behind? She was talking to Nikki for few seconds, what did she say to her? What did she tell that cop when she was being questioned alone? I want to trust her, but can I?

I put on my pants and grab my phone to call Oliver. I need to find out what the hell is going on and what he’s found out. Oliver answers on the first ring, but he is vague in telling me anything. He says that he’ll find out who’s blood was in the diner before the cops do and I believe him. The Deluca’s have more cops on their payroll than the City of Chicago. Oliver also tells me to stay off social media and not to pay attention to the news. He doesn’t have to tell me twice, since I don’t watch that shit anyways. I suppose it’s Hannah he really wants me to keep away from it.

When I am done talking to Oliver I head to the kitchen and find Hannah leaning against the counter wearing only my shirt. I take a deep breath to keep myself under control because I am tempted to bend her over the table and take her again. I shake off the thought realizing I need to think with my big head and not my little one. Even though the little one is talking a lot louder than the one I need to think with. Especially considering the little one could put me in prison for ten to life.

Hannah’s eyes widen when she looks at me and she announces that she made us breakfast. I walk past her grabbing a cup of coffee but tell her that I am not hungry. Hannah’s eyes soften, and I can tell she is thinking about what happened last night. It almost breaks me a little, but the fact is I am unable to give myself completely to any one especially her. The Thomas she had last night is different than the one she is with right now. She looks at me like she was weighing questions and I am wondering if she will ever ask them.

“What happened between us last night?” She whispers, and I take a sip of my coffee before giving her answers that will hurt me as much as they hurt her

“We fucked” I answer, and her eyes fall away from me

“So that’s all it was?” she whispers, and I can hear the hurt in her voice

“Did you tell the cops anything?” mixed feelings surged through me

Hannah tilts her head and moves away from the table throwing out the rest of her breakfast. I don’t know if she lost her appetite because I am close to finding out the truth or if she is disgusted that I even asked

“What do you think?” she ripped out the words impatiently

“I think Oliver will find out, so if you did talk you should tell me now.” I remind her, and she shakes her head and walks out of the kitchen. I put my cup in the sink and follow to find her sitting on the edge of the sofa. She looks up at me and I notice her eyes starting to water

“I am not sure what’s worse. The fact that you can sleep with me while not trusting me and planning to kill me or the fact that you think I would sleep with you if I talked to the cops. I am going to take a shower.” Hannah walks around me, and I watch her walk away.

Hannah and I haven’t spoken for two days. It has been the longest two days in my life. If I walk into a room, she leaves it. I look at her and she won’t even make eye contact with me. I don’t know if I should apologize or just fall to my knees and beg her for forgiveness. I hungered from the memory of my mouth on hers. My mind kept turning to the night my body took over hers. I wanted to stare deeply into her eyes as I pushed myself inside her. I miss the sound of her voice and her sassy attitude. I even miss arguing with her to the point I just want to pick a fight with her.

After taking my shower, I stop in front of her bedroom door and I lift my hand to push it open. I shake my head and force myself to walk away. I fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling as the memories of being with Hannah became so pure and clear. She is good and innocent. Hannah was at the wrong place at the right time. What if she hadn’t been in that alley? We never would have met. If I hadn’t been following her, Stan would have raped her. I close my eyes thinking about what would have become of her if he succeeded?

Hannah is strong, but would she have survived that? With a shiver of vivid recollection, I thought about being questioned by the cops. If Hannah told them anything, I never would have walked out of the station. Detective Howard has been after my ass for years. If Hannah said anything to him, he would have done fucking cartwheels around the interrogation room before tossing me in a cell.

Hannah obviously hasn’t had the easiest life. She worked at that damn diner and those parents of hers, I can’t even imagine. My parents are saints and they get the criminal son while Hannah’s parents are alcoholics and they have their own fucking angel. I close my eyes for the night and my mind returned to it’s tortured thinking…Hannah is mine and I won’t give her up.