Trapped in Venice Chapter 6 Pt. 2

Part 2

He told me about his sister, older than him by three years, and how she’d had a wonderful wedding. She’d had two kids, a boy and a girl. His tone got wistful then, perhaps thinking of something other than that, but maybe not. She and her husband had been traveling to a ski resort in the mountains, and, as those things go, they got in a wreck and died.

The scene was bloody, and of course snowy, the cold preserving the scene. His voice hardened then, and I knew he was imagining the blood splattered on the snow, red against white. He spoke like steel then, and I knew he didn’t believe it to be an accident. He took a deep breath, and went on to talk about his sister’s will. She’d put her children in his care, should anything happen to her. So, he adopted them, and took them in as his own.

"And they repla-" he cut himself off, a look of pain on his face. He sighed, sitting back, leaving that sentence hanging. I didn’t say anything, but kind-of chewed on what he said. I sighed, standing, and went to one of the bookcases behind his desk.

There were tons of them, classics of American literature, and more, some even written in other languages. I picked up a book with a light blue cover, flowers actually embroidered onto it, with the word Journal written out in fancy letters. I opened it, and saw a woman’s name written on the cover page, before the book was ripped out of my hands.

My breath caught in my throat, and I looked up to see Caleb towering over me, heat in his eyes, anger making his body rigid. "Don’t touch this book again." He said slowly, as if to make sure I don’t make the mistake of doing so again. I looked up at him, then looked to how close we were.

He leaned over me to put the book on his desk, and, in doing so, his chest pressed against mine. I looked to his seeing my fingers splayed across his chest, my unconscious way of keeping him from touching me, but it was unsuccessful. He froze, then looked at me, expression changing from heat in anger to a different kind of heat altogether.

For a second, I thought, why’d I have to be wearing this shirt…? but as he came forward slowly, my thoughts slowly got scrambled up. When his lips pressed against mine, all thought left me.

One of his hands went behind my head, the other creeping down to hold my hand. He ran his tongue across my lips slowly, and I groaned. He took that opportunity and kissed me deep, pushing his tongue into my mouth and running it against the length of mine. The hand on the back of my neck moved to my hip, squeezing.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I heard, and jumped. He pulled away from me, a shocked look on his face, and I backed away to the desk. My heard hammered in my chest, and I wondered vaguely…what just happened?

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