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Jonas
I leave Ash to whatever he plans to do and walk into my room to quickly change out of my sweaty clothes. Bast isn’t here, but he’s left a mess of clothes on our bedroom floor. When we arrived at Holy Cross Academy and found out that our dorm had three doors, I was excited. We would all have our own rooms. Nope. There are only two bedrooms and a bathroom. I chose to share with Bast to give Ash his own room, since he’s always had to share with the boys at Saint Charlotte’s Home for Boys. A catholic orphanage in our small town in New York.
I should shower, but I need to get out of here before Ash decides he wants to talk about what just happened. It’s not like that was our first kiss, but I’m sick of being pushed away. I get it, he struggles letting people in, but I’m not just some stranger on the street. I’ve known him most of my life.
My dick is hard and it begs for attention, but I need space from the guy who ties me up in knots. He’s gorgeous with his dark hair, tattoos, and amber eyes. He reminds me of a tiger, the way he’s always watching people and contemplating if they are friend or foe.
My stomach grumbles and I remember I missed dinner. I’m starving, and if I’m not going to get more of Ash’s lips, then I need a sweet treat and some carbs. Sometimes the kitchen staff will leave me a plate wrapped in foil in the fridge. They know that practice always runs late, and then with tutoring, I miss dinner four days a week.
I grab a hoodie from the floor and tug it on then leave the apartment. The shower is running, and with the groan I just heard, I can only imagine what Ash is doing.
I walk down the halls and get lost for a few minutes as I think about the past and what’s going to happen in a few weeks once I’m officially part of the Society. I’ll be able to breathe a little easier, and some weight will be removed from my shoulders.
I hear someone humming a chilling melody, and there is a soft light shining through the door. I should probably turn back around and just eat a large breakfast, but I move closer. The song pulls me in. There is a woman bent over in front of the oven in a pair of short shorts and a tank top.
I don’t know who she is, but my dick perks up at the sight of those perfect curves. I quickly adjust myself and enter the space. She’s cleaning now and is about to remove the chips for cookies. I reach out and grab them, startling her. She looks up at me, and I’m lost in a sea of green and gold.
Chapter5
Itoss and turn in my bed. I can’t calm down. Even the cutting didn't help. I feel itchy and I need to do something with my hands. Back home before everything happened I would bake something when I became this restless. My family would wake up the next morning with the counters full of homemade goods. Isabella would bring them to the church patrons, claiming she had made them. I never spoke up because I didn’t want more attention brought to me.
I throw the covers off and climb out of bed. I’m wearing pajama shorts and a tank top. I know if my grandmother saw me without a bra on she would probably punish me, but I don’t care. I open my door and quietly move to the small kitchen we have here in the apartment.
I search through the cabinets and there isn’t one item to make a snack with. I think a trip to the store is in order if I’m going to be kept here. I groan and contemplate sneaking down to the large kitchen. Maybe if I’m fast, I won’t run into anyone and my grandmother will never know.
I still can’t believe she made that announcement. Now I’m going to have to avoid all of her little spies.
I pace back and forth in front of the door. I’m on edge and way too hyped up right now. If I don’t do something, I won’t get any sleep tonight and tomorrow's classes will be awful.
I glance back at my grandmother’s door then slowly unlatch the lock and open the front door. The halls are quiet and there is low lighting throughout the path to the large kitchen. I hear some soft talking, but it’s not in the direction I’m heading. The cobblestone flooring is cold on my bare feet. I should have brought some socks or slippers. Something to note for next time, because knowing me, there will be a next time.
I reach the kitchen and flick on the light. Memories assault me of times I would bake in here with some of the Sisters. Of Jacob and I eating a quick lunch in here before leaving to explore the castle, as we once called it. I shake my head and rub my eyes. They burn with the promise of tears, but I’m too tired for that right now.
I start grabbing some random staple items to make either cookies, brownies, or muffins. Honestly, I’m kinda craving them all, but I wouldn’t dare waste so many ingredients that are meant for the staff and students.
I lay them all in front of me and concoct some crazy recipe. I’m placing the first pan in the preheated oven, humming a song that has always brought tears to my eyes, when I feel like someone is watching me.
I pretend that I don’t notice and start to clean up my mess. If I can finish up quickly and bribe them with some treats, maybe they will let it slide that I’m out of bed at this hour. Someone reaches out for the bag of chocolate chips, stopping me. I gasp and look up at a guy with the grayest eyes I've ever seen. They remind me of the clouds that covered the sun during the storms back home. I have always loved watching the rain, and how clean the Earth would smell after it was done.
Like Mother Nature was washing away all of our sins. Giving us a new chance to make better choices.
“I usually don’t find people down here at this hour,” he says with a soft tone. I trail my eyes along his face. His eyes aren’t the only thing I’m drawn to. He has unruly blond curls and a slight build, his face is open, friendly. He doesn’t give me guarded, hidden expressions like that guy I met earlier—Ash.
I drop the bag of chocolate and take some steps away, giving me some more room. I try to keep it casual, but I don’t think I was very subtle.
“I couldn’t sleep. Do you like baking as well?” I ask, and he shakes his curls with a laugh.
“No, I burn water, but I do raid the freezer for a sweet treat from time to time.” He sniffs the air and groans, closing his eyes. “What is that incredible smell? It smells like heaven. Angel, are you responsible for this?” I blush and drop my eyes to the laminated floors. I’ve noticed that they did renovations here. It used to have the same cobblestone flooring as the rest of the place.
“I made brownies and lemon cookies with white chocolate and raspberries. I’m trying something new,” I say with a shrug, and flinch when the sound of a chair being scraped against the floor makes a piercing noise.
“Well, that all sounds amazing. If you don’t mind some company, I would love to hang out. This kitchen seems like the perfect late night hideaway. I’m Jonas, by the way,” he says, and I look up to see his hand extended toward me. I quickly place my palm into his and shake it before dropping it and going back to cleaning.
“I’m Chastity,” I say, as I reach once more for the bag. He stops me again from taking the chocolate chips. I give him a look of impatience and he laughs.
“I’ll keep these,” he says and I give in. Whatever, if he wants to put them back, he can. “My mom always baked my sister and me chocolate chip cookies every day after school. I don’t eat them anymore, but the smell brings me back to those days, before everything turned to shit.” He stares off at the wall then blinks, seeming to come back to himself.
“Wow, sorry, that was too much information for someone you don’t even know. I blame the lack of carbs. I came down here to eat a late dinner. Sister Marie usually leaves me a plate in the fridge. I’m a part of the football team here at Holy Cross, but I also tutor some of the players afterwards. Elias had a lot of trouble tonight with his paper.” He gives me a laugh and I find myself smiling his way.
