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Or maybe it had been too long since I let out all this pent up frustration, and I needed a good lay.
So much sexual frustration clouded my head that I almost missed the car.
It rolled slowly in the intersection. A newer model Honda with all blacked out windows now had my undivided attention. It kept driving, but it left an unsettling feeling behind. I didn’t think of the possibility of someone missing a turn, or how it may have been lost. In my life, nothing was a coincidence, and the eerie feelings were always correct.
I’d decided to stay in my car for the remainder of my shift. At least out here, I could keep an eye out in case the car ever returned. It didn’t. And when my time was up, I decided to leave a small written note and pushed it under the front door for Davina to have my phone number with an order to call or text if she needed anything.
When I walked down the few steps of her porch, I noticed Beckett’s dark Impala. Walking to where he had parked, I heard the door unlocking before I reached the passenger door and hopped in.
Beckett was in his late thirties judging by the gray that decorated his brown hair and the wrinkle lines around his green eyes. He looked me over before returning his gaze ahead. It gave me more time to assess him, and by the looks, he still looked sharp and in shape. It eased my mind knowing he would be here through the night. His attention and posture seemed alert, taking in the streets.
“Novak,” he greeted me.
“I know we haven’t spoken much, but I thought it would be good to give you an update,” I began, and he turned to face me. “I also thought it would be best if we exchanged numbers to keep ourselves up to date with any activity we may need to know.”
“I think that’s a great idea. I thought about that, but nothing has been out of place to even initiate the conversation. Plus, I was told the less we are seen together the better.” Beckett nodded.
“Another reason why it’s best over a phone call or text.”
“I agree with you. What you got?” His eyes narrowed, catching the reason I made contact with him to begin with.
“Black Honda, blacked-out windows, Florida tag ending with I36. It was too far for me to read the rest. Could be nothing but…”
“But,” he replied, knowingly. “We know better.”
“Yeah. Anyway, that’s it. Here’s my card, I’ve added my personal number.” I grabbed the door handle but stopped. “Which precinct are you from?”
Beckett’s silence stretched as I waited for his reply. “I can’t disclose that information.”
Our eyes locked, I'd hit another dead end.
“Night.” I said with a nod, exiting the car.
DAVINA
Over the past few nights, I’d slept better than ever. Nightmares still came and went, but each time, Bo would wake me and pull me back to sleep. He’d never let them last, and I was grateful for him.
We’d set a routine, and with Bo around, I didn’t feel as insecure or worried with unwelcomed sounds as before. It wasn’t perfect, memories still rushed back and anxiety continued to consume me, but it became more bearable each time Bo’s nose nudged me or snuggled closer, searching for my touch. It was soothing, and with each passing day, I could feel bits of my fears fading.
Ilias had grown quieter, but I noticed the way his eyes would follow my every move when he was around. I was okay with his silence, it helped with the knowledge I’d learned nights before and keeping that distance we both wanted in a way.
But today was different. We were going to try, once again, self-defense moves and tactics.
The attraction felt heavy in the air. It didn’t matter how little I had shared with him about my personal life, or his to me, the allure kept pulling me into a sick game of temptation, and I was weak and easily drawn to make reckless plays. It didn’t help when his fresh scent of sea breeze and sandalwood soaked my senses, penetrating each room his presence stayed in, only to leave them with his enchanting smell. The closer he was, the more I craved for a deeper draw of his scent.
Bo rested on the corner of a plaid cushion he had pulled from the couch while Ilias and I stood in the living room, stretching our muscles. Our eyes connected from time to time until one of us turned away. It usually was me, as I couldn’t take much of the intensity of his baby-blues, the color I constantly wished to see, but on him, I’d become obscured with feelings and silly day dreams. The kind that complicated things when fears of my past came knocking.
“We can start with a few basic moves,” Ilias said as he rose from the ground.
The sunlight that passed through the blinds was fading, and Ilias moved the blinds away to peer out the window to confirm the day dwindling as night took over. Usually Ilias left around this time, but he is just now wanting to start the day with me. His back straightened and his attention remained out toward the streets.
“It’s getting late,” I said, waiting for his reaction or anything he would be willing to give. But his gaze stayed glued to the window. “Should I be worried, Novak?” The feel of my heart racing said I already was.
“Oh, no. Just… looking.” Ilias moved away from the window with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. They were deep in chaos, and his hands lifted behind his shoulders, tugging off his light gray sweatshirt. The action caused the shirt underneath to get caught with the material.
My heart began to race for a different reason as my throat itched with the sight of his body. His abs were defined, and the sides of his core poked with definition, creating a trail down to his sweats. Even the band of his boxers that hugged his waist highlighted every line. I wanted to clear my throat and control the way my beating heart danced with desire. And until now, I’d realized how long it had been since a man had touched me, since my body pleaded for release, and craved attention. But never have I had this reaction from just the sight of a man’s body.
Ilias threw the discarded sweatshirt over the couch, pulling his shirt back in place and turned. “You ready?”
