"Episode 20 - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

Her leg was propped up on mine. My hand immediately went to her hair.

"How was your day?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

"I did some painting, spoke to my great momma. That's all." I had a lot of work to do but I wanted her here. I needed her with me. Leaning back, I got comfortable before starting my work. 

I texted Jake to send me the blueprints of the mall we were going to. It took him a couple of minutes but he finally emailed it to me.

"We're finally going shopping." She propped herself on her elbow, her head rested on my stomach. My whole laxed, mind emptied. My fingers glided through her soft hair. Something in my ribs kept pulsating every time we touched. Skin to skin.

"We are. You're better now." She nodded against my torso and hand.

"Thanks for taking care of me." Planting a tender on my v-line she carried on watching me work. I had never in a million years thought I'd spend a comfortable afternoon with a girl. My heart started to quiver, head started to spin.

"I could have done with less snoring, less complaining, less nose blo-" She bit me where she kissed before and the sensation of her lips went straight to my dick. The stick hidden by the layers of blankets and laptop, it stayed under the wraps. 

When she lifted her head, her teeth marks left dented impressions. We both watched my pelvis tremor visibly and specially with the proximity of her head from the pole that was arching for her.

"I was sick you bastard. You didn't need to take c-" She started to pull way but I quickly grabbed before she made left the bed. My laptop ended up on the floor rolled up in white blanket, I trapped her under me, her back pressed against my chest. My hard shaft pressed on soft derriere.

"GET OFF ME." Her movement became frantic, she fought me even harder. "GET OF." My heart attacked my throat, an ugly urge to vomit. She thrashed away from me like I'd burned her. My girl stood there scared, arms crossed across her stomach with tears streaming down her face.

"Elena."

"DON'T." I tried to approach her, scared that she would bolt.

"I just..." She gulped. "...I just need a minute." She ran into my bathroom and I followed to have the door slammed in my face. I'd rather have her in there than running around the mansion and away from me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to go. Baby just come out please." She didn't many noise and the buzzing noise in my ear increased. My pores vibrated, my fist banged on the door willing her to come out so I could hold her. 

"BABY. OPEN THE DAMN DOOR. If you want space just keep the door open and I won't come in. I PROMISE." I fucking begged. I never begged. My throat was full, heart pulsing uncontrollably.

All the terrible ideas that were swirling through my head shook my body. "Elena." My voice was a dark whisper. "It's me baby." I breathed in to calm the surging storm inside me. "I'd kill for you, don't you know that?" 

It was the truth. A hard truth that would scare a normal person but not her because I finally heard the lock click open. My body involuntarily sagged back, I hadn't realised how tightly wounded up I was.

The door slowly opened, the emptiness in her eyes frightened me. The vacancy, the void tore at me. I extended my hand but didn't dare to step in. I wanted her to trust me and even if it meant supressing my dominant desires. If she needed to be on top, then I'll lie back and do whatever the fuck she needed me to.

Rubbing her face in frustration, she came to me, slowly. "I promise." My breath didn't reach her.

"I can't..." Her voice trembled. "I can't handle the weight."

The violence in my blood rose again. My palms fisted but she took my large hand in her small ones.

"Tell. Me. Who. Did. This. To. You." I tried to exhale all the hate out of my body but my chest thumped vigorously. She tried not to cry, her chest heaved, her tiny body shook trying to contain the sobs. "Come to me. I won't cross the line but please." My voice shook. "I need you to come to me."

She ran into me. 

Her body hit mine and I held her tightly with all my strength. My hands wounded around her back as I picked her up, her legs voluntarily wrapped around my waist. Rubbing my hand up and down her back, I sat down on the edge of the mattress. Her hand fisted the back of my shirt, my shoulder muffled her sobs.

"I won't let anyone hurt you." I rocked back and forth until she laid her head on my shoulder, haggard warm breath fanned my neck. "It's okay princess." Her breathing evened. Sniffing, she pulled back, her beady dark eyes levelled mine. I planted a kiss on the bridge of her nose.

"You know too much and I haven't known you long enough." She whispered.

I didn't say anything because I knew it would have been something obsessive and scare her away. The beast inside me growled.

"What do you want?" I pushed the hair out of her face and kept my palms on her face. "Tell me what you need."

Her eyes glistened, they wanted to confess but she appeared frightened. Exhaling, I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingled between our bodies. My hands on her hips tightened, thumb pressed on her hipbone.

"You're too thin. You need to eat." I rubbed my hands up and down her sides, feeling her ribcage.

"I not hungry." She shook her head, her silky hair swished from side to side.

"Burgers it is then, fries and soda." I deposited her on the bed, her light weight body bounced of twice before she finally settled down.

"Thank you."

She gobbled down a huge cheese burger with a side of fries within minutes. The sky outside was darkening outside, pink, yellow and blue colours slashed across the sky. She licked her fingers, legs crossed under the blankets. 

We seemed to spend an awful lot of time in bed but it had nothing to do with sex. I managed to get some recon done before all the colours of the sky was sucked away by darkness. The warmth disappeared with the sun.

Closing all the windows, I decided to take a shower before joining her in bed again. She was watching one of her shows again.

"Are you okay?" She nodded, laughing at what one of the characters said.

"Do you know why I watch these shows?" She asked without looking up. I placed the lamp on the floor, our only source of light.

"Why?" leaned back against a bunch of pillows with my arms propped up behind my head. I showed off for her, flexing my muscles. 

It worked because she crawled her way to me, rested her head against on my bicep, tiny hands explored my chest, legs propped up against my thigh. Content overpowered me, killing all my sadistic urges away.

"It keeps my mind busy. Allows me not to think."

I understood that. I hated the silence. It used to drown me at first, then I used to down myself in liquor to stop the noise in my head. She, on the other hand, filled the outside with noise so the inside remained calm.

"I can't believe we haven't had sex yet." She chuckled. I was putting it off because I didn't want to scare her away with my aggressiveness.

"You can do whatever you want to me, baby." I lowered my hand and squeezed her butt tightly and didn't let go. The voices from the T.V. filled the room, my heartbeat ticked away with the seconds she remained quiet.

"I want you to teach me how to fight." She sat up, legs folded underneath her.

"I'll teach you how to fight." Rubbing her thighs, I cupped her beautiful face. The light from the floor touched her one side innocently, shying away from some parts of her body. My thumb immediately reached for her juicy lips.

She was crazy beautiful, it made my chest tighten. Clearing my throat, he cupped the back of her neck and brought her head back to my chest, my fingers still in her hair as they splayed around my arm and shoulders in a messy manner.

"Tomorrow, we're going shopping and after that, I'll teach you to fight."

"Good. But before that." Her roaming hand on my chest sneaked under my boxers and grabbed the rod that pulsed for her. I allowed her to lazily stroke me, let her take the lead.

It was in fucking heaven. We explored each other's body in ways I didn't know it was possible. I worshiped her body and she, mine. She took me to heights that I didn't know existed. 

She got under my skin so quickly, wove herself to me in such manner I didn't know how to let her go even if I knew it was bad for me and my future.

For some reason, I couldn't see my future without her and that scared me.