Riley
"Give it back to me!" I yelled.
"When do you use it?" he questioned, eyeing it while I continued attempting to grab it but failed. "Every day? Every other day?"
Something inside me started burning. "Paris, give it back."
"How does it feel?" he asked curiously. "Inside you?"
I froze, taken aback by the question. "Why?"
His eyes raked me through the mask. "Just curious."
"You can ask every other girl or go onto a porn site to figure it out, now give me the fucking thing."
"But porn isn't real," he said, not listening, "and I don't know any other girls as interesting as you."
I drew back in surprise.
"Is there more where this came from?" he asked me, and started shuffling through my drawer.
"Fucking God, Paris!" I yelled, pulling at his arm. "Stop! Get out of there!"
But when I heard the bottom of the drawer shift, I exhaled a curse.
"Ooh," he said, "what have we here?"
"Get the fuck out of my drawer," I growled.
"You have a bad mouth," he commented, shuffling through it. "Eggs, dildos," he drew back in surprise, "clit vibrator? Wow. You have everything."
"Paris," I warned.
"Which one's your favorite?" Paris said, making my insides catch fire. "I bet you like the pink dildo, don't you? And then you add the little clit brush on top, huh?"
"That's not—"
"No?" He stepped a little closer, making my heart race. "Then why were they the only ones not buried, huh?"
His hot stare made me break a sweat.
"Which one's your favorite?" he repeated.
"What are you doing?" I questioned silently, but for some reason didn't shy away.
"Testing you," he answered, making my stomach swell with heat.
"Testing me on what?" I said then.
"How worked up you get when you're attracted so someone."
"What?"
I was not attracted to him. I barely even knew him.
Even I knew it was a lie.
"It's a sickness," I stated, rubbing my stomach as an indication. "Just feeling a little queasy."
"You sure it's not anxiety?" he asked me.
My eyes rounded slightly. "Why are you saying all these things?"
"Because..." he responded, "you make me curious."
"Why me?"
"Because you don't run away from danger."
I paused. "So... talking to me about my sexual desires is considered dangerous territory? I can assure you that sex and murder are two different things, Paris."
He just watched me through the mask.
"What?" I said then.
"What you just did," Paris responded, "when you talk to Ryan about these things... you shy away like a terrified puppy, and then when he pushes you, you get angry and defensive. But I'm doing the same thing and you're not considering this dangerous territory."
Oh, God. He was right.
Why was he right?
My heart beat quickened when he stepped closer, whispering in my ear, "You, Riley, are a very intriguing person."
He watched me for a moment when he pulled away.
"Riley?" Violet called from the door, making me almost jump.
Paris didn't look as if he cared, and I was tempted to shove him in the closet or tell him to hide, but I didn't want this moment to be a cliché, so I let him do what he wanted.
"Yeah?" I said back, glancing to find Paris going back to shuffling through the drawer.
He honestly couldn't care less, could he?
Violet could walk in any moment and find him shuffling through my... toy drawer.
"They'll be here in two minutes!" Violet said.
"Thanks!"
And mom's footsteps padded away in the opposite direction.
"Who?" Paris pressed carefully, standing up now while closing the drawer. "Ryan?"
"No," I responded, "and stop obsessing about him. If you want to fuck him, go right ahead. I won't stop you. He's horny as hell."
Paris gave me an annoyed look, and I saw it from the corner of my eye and smiled.
Two minutes later, Paris and I heard loud patting footsteps echoing from the halls, and the door threw open, a tiny little girl running in seconds later.
She jumped at me—somewhat startling Paris—and I caught her when the little girl giggled excitedly.
"Riley! Riley!" she said. "Yaaaay!"
"Julie," I greeted, hugging her back as I said in a silly voice, "Hi."
Julie glanced over at Paris, tipping her head to the side. "Who's he?"
"My friend," I answered, "he likes cosplaying."
Paris glared at me through his mask.
"Anyway," I said, setting the girl on the floor, "well, do you want to read more of that book?"
The young girl jumped. "Yes! Yes!"
I stepped over to my bookshelf and shuffled through it when I pulled out a small little novel titled, "Black Magic," and handed it to the girl. She happily took it and ran off.
"You're really good with kids," Paris told me, and I glanced at him before blushing slightly.
"Thanks." My voice was quiet.
"Riley," he said with urgency in his tone.
I gazed over at him. "Yeah?"
His eyes shone with something dark; as if he knew something was going on inside me. "You're safe," he promised.
I gazed at my door, eyes darkening.
I then shook my head. "No," I said, "no, I'm not."
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