She had to hold herself back from flinging her arms around his neck and holding him tight. There was no way she could go back to that house tonight. She would sit up all night and be petrified of every little noise and thought. It wasn't even herself she was worried for but Tara. If she lost her, well, she didn't even want to think about it.
"You and Tara can have my bed if you'd like. I'll take the couch."
"Oh, no, I couldn't. It's your house."
"Don't worry about it. I spend most nights on the couch as it is. That big bed feels too, empty."
Sasha tried to read his remark, wondering if there was an invitation there. Was he hinting he wanted to share a bed with her? God, how she hated these games. It was so hard to tell when someone was interested or just being friendly.
"Thank you so much, Harrison. I don't think I could ever repay you for your kindness."
"Call me David and we'll be even." He gave her a friendly smile. Sasha smiled back.
"Sure thing, David."
David Harrison led her down the hall and to the bedroom. Opening the door, they found Tara sprawled across the bed, her hair everywhere. Sasha couldn't even think about disturbing her at the moment. She desperately needed her sleep.
Turning to David, she said, "I think I should give her a little while longer. I don't want to wake her up."
"Maybe if you come back in, say, an hour, she'll have moved?"
"Exactly."
"Well, you're more than welcome to join me on the couch. I'll put something on and we can relax."
"Sure."
But Sasha didn't give him time to get to a remote. Something in her came to life. She couldn’t explain it but she felt more courage now than she had in years. Harrison made her feel the butterflies she had not felt in ages. He treated her well, he lent her a helping hand, and he never made her feel like an object. She realized the irony of throwing herself at the man made her exactly that but she didn’t care. It would be a welcomed distraction.
Straddling his lap, Sasha began to kiss him passionately. He ran his fingers through her hair and he did the same. Seconds later, the two of them tangled together on the couch in a full display of passion. The two of them fondled and caressed each other’s naked bodies with only a small glint of starlight filtering through the windows to see. They were caught up with each other and neither noticed the hooded figure watching them from the corner of the living room window.
Chapter Thirteen
Across town from the cuddled-up Harrison and Sasha slept a woman alone in her bed. She tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. Her boyfriend was out of town visiting his mother. She was growing older and he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. She knew she could never ask him to stay home and keep her company over visiting his family back home. Desiree wished she, herself, had fit in more time with her own mother before she had died.
Life had caused Desiree and her mother to grow apart. Like a lot of people, she had grown up and moved away. After her mother died, she felt guilty for spending so little time with her in her adult life. Her boyfriend, Grant, had always told her not to feel guilty. Her mother knew she loved her very much. Though, it never made her feel better.
Desiree sat up in bed and looked around. The bed was cold and empty without Grant. The room felt quieter than usual. The whole house did. She missed his body heat wrapping tightly around her like a cocoon. His nude body only inches from hers. More often than not, their sleeping in the nude kept them from truly sleeping. Their sex life was good, excellent in fact. Almost every night before bed they embrace each other in passion. Thinking about it excited her and formed an idea to help her sleep.
Making love to Grant always seemed to help her sleep. When he was gone, she always had trouble. She wondered why this idea had never occurred to her before. If Grant wasn’t there to take care of her, she’d just have to do it herself.
She climbed out of bed and didn't bother with any clothing. The cool air in the house felt amazing on her silky smooth, bare skin. Desiree flicked on the bathroom light and bent down to search under the sink. It was hidden in the far corner of the sink cabinet, underneath a few items. She wanted to make sure no one ever discovered it by mistake. Not even Grant knew about her little toy. Whenever he was out of the house and she pulled it out, she got a twinge of excitement. Almost as if she had taken on a lover.
Desiree pulled the silver, bullet-shaped vibrator from the box and headed back towards the bedroom. She stopped in her tracks and glanced around the dark house. Although she couldn’t be certain, she swore she had heard heavy breathing. Listening intently, she heard nothing. Jumping at shadows, that’s all it was. Her imagination was starting to run wild. Soon, she would only care about the silver bullet.
From the darkness behind her, a gloved hand shot out and slapped over her mouth. A second hand cupped her exposed breast. Desiree's eyes began to bulge in absolute terror. She kicked and flailed, helplessly. Her attacker was strong. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to break free and run. Something terrible was about to happen.
His gloved hand searched up and down her body forcefully as tears rolled down her face. This had to be some sort of horrible nightmare. She would
