Christmas Stalking by Selena Kitt

Author:Selena Kitt [Kitt, Selena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: iwantmoney, forum.mobilism.org
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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After weeks of bathing in a bathroom sink, Ginny moaned out loud when she slid into a full, hot tub of water. Nick had insisted on the compromise of taking Polaroid pictures of her face before he gave her towels and let her into the bathroom. She didn’t know how long she spent soaking after she’d washed everything three times, including her hair. She may have even slept a little in the heat, starting out of her daze when she heard him knocking.

“Hey, food’s ready,” he called through the door.

“Give me just a minute.” She reached for the towel.

“If you want, leave your clothes and I’ll throw them in the machine,” he told her. “There’s a shirt on the door that should cover you. Come down when you’re ready.”

“Okay.” She pulled the plug and let the bath water start to drain.

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Wrapped in a towel, she inspected her face. Her lip was swollen and blue on one side, and she had a bruise already on the same side of her cheek that looked as if it might grow darker. The lump on the left side of her forehead hurt the most. It was the size of a quarter, red in the center and purple at the edges.

She towel-dried her hair as best she could and found the white button down shirt he had left hanging on the door. It was enormous and came to her knees. She debated about a bra and panties or leggings for a moment, and decided to let him wash everything and just wear the shirt.

“Nick?” She found him setting the table in the kitchen.

He was still in his uniform and just looking at him in it brought a tangled combination of feeling, apprehension and security. She smiled at him, anyway.

“I’m starving!”

He stood frozen, forks and napkins halted in midair, looking at her wearing his shirt and standing framed by the doorway. Ginny glanced down and noticed her still-wet hair was leaving little see-through patches on the material in places and saw the lustful look in his eyes. It made her flush and she could feel a low heat burning below the hunger in her belly.

“What’d you make?” She decided to brazen it out and walked toward him, where he still stood, as if transfixed. She cocked her head at him and met his eyes. There was more than kindness in them now, she noticed, although he looked quickly away, as if he wanted to hide his feelings.

Clearing his throat, he managed to answer her, “Spaghetti. Have a seat.”

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She did, her stomach growling at the smell and thought of food. She’d discovered hunger was interesting in that way. There were times when the stomach seemed to forget for a while that it hadn’t been satisfied, but the sight or smell of something could bring that instant gnarl and clench again.

She was ravenous and devoured it all, an entire plate of pasta and sauce, and her own roll with butter and half of his. He watched her as he chewed thoughtfully.

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