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Her smell is all around me. I’m in her bed, she’s lying beside me. Maybe I should feel scared, maybe I feel the safest I ever had. I can feel the bed dip down as she climbs in next to me. The bed springs quietly groan as she turns to lower the gun to the floor. I know I shouldn’t feel safe with her, she’s a murderer, she killed Bill for Christ’s sake. Though with her scent all around me and the soft sound of her breathing next to me I can't help myself from feeling like I could be at home here. She turns to me, catlike hazel eyes studying my features.
“Would you stay for a bit?” she asks, interpreting my thoughts, her voice like velvet.
“Sure” I respond, my mouth moving before I can tell myself to stop
It’s my turn to lay on my side towards her now. As I do I feel the knife shift in my pocket reminding me what I came here to do.
“I've never done this before” I think out loud moving my arm down slowly to remove the blade from my pocket.
“I’s okay, I know what I'm doing” she says propping herself up on her arm as she gets closer, hand caressing my face. I can’t help but notice how soft she feels, how different it is than the hard possessive hand of my husband.
As she gets closer she feels the knife I forgot Ive been holding. my next move becoming clear to her, even thought it still wasn’t for me.
“Wow” she says, hot breath inches from my face
“That’s rude” the woman laughs
I fight the urge to forget everything I came here for and give into the temptation that’s right in front of me. All this time hunting her down has led to this moment. The woman laughing in my face has made me lose my job, my best friend, and nearly my husband, yet she’s amused by the mere idea that I could do what she does everyday and not give a shit about the rules and do whatever the hell I want . How easy it would be to move my hand forward a few inches and end this game of cat and mouse forever.
“yeah” I say, voice deepening.
and I thrust forward my fist.
Oh shit.