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There’s no normal meals with her.
Weird. I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe I need to start paying better attention to that.
I’ll start now.
Killing the engine on my motorcycle a block away, I push it the last few hundred feet to her driveway and park it just inside her gate.
The lights are on, so she must be home. I haven’t gotten a motion detection alert from the cameras either.
Oh, I better turn them off so I don’t trigger it.
Skirting the open lawn in front of the living room, I work my way along the Spanish style villa to the spare bedroom that has her workout equipment.
She’s sweating on her treadmill. It almost seems like she’s pushing herself to the point of exhaustion.
Why does she do that? She’s already thin and fit, I don’t understand why she always worries about it.
I see her eyes pinch when she starts talking about clothes. They don’t seem to bring her any joy.
Maybe she shouldn’t wear any.
My dick begins to throb against my zipper at the thought.
When she finally stops running, she looks like she’s about to collapse. Her legs shake as the belt slows, and she nearly stumbles stepping off of it.
It’s hard to fight the urge to run in there and scoop her up. She went through so much at the hands of that asshole Kirill, I wish she wouldn’t torture herself as well.
I wish there was a camera in her bathroom so I could watch her as she climbs into the shower. If someone was hiding in there, I’d never know.
She isn’t safe where I can’t see her.
Nerves start to work through me while I stare at her ensuite door.
Relief floods through me when I finally see the handle turn and steam billow out around the cracks until Lara steps out.
In nothing but a thick white towel wrapped around her middle.
But her bare shoulders and legs still glisten from the moisture. It makes me want to glide my palms over her and wipe it away.
To feel her smooth skin and the heat of her burning away the last of the droplets.
Fuck.
I’m only here to protect her, it’s my job. It’s not because I am obsessed with her or keep dreaming about her.
Okay, she’s fine. I can’t stand here any more or I’m going to be jacking off in her bushes. And that’s probably when the intruder would show up.
Hard to fight one handed.
The lid of her garbage can is off. Did someone rifle through it? I better check.
What is this? It looks like a whole pile of wrappers from the candy that she usually keeps stocked for me.
Did she eatallof them?
No wonder she could run so fast.
I’ve eaten that much sugar at once before, when I was younger.
