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shudder from the sudden halting of intimacy and the chill. I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle into his chest as he moves us briskly back to bedroom where he grabs a clean pair of purple satin pajamas.
    He dresses me and tucks me in so tight I think his subconscious is working overtime, still worrying that I’ll leave him again. I watch as he returns to the fire and loads several logs onto the dying embers from a pile next to the fireplace. He stuffs some kindling under them making the flames take hold and I can feel the heat from across the room. It’s still dark and the only light is from the fire, he looks majestic standing there with the light playing on his gorgeous chiseled body.  I want him, and I can see he feels the same way, his cock straining against the material of his briefs. He returns to me in the bed, ignoring the fact that he is completely hard as a rock and slides in behind me pressing it against my ass. “We gonna do something about this?” I say nudging against his swelling manhood. “No baby.” I put my bottom lip out but he can’t see as he’s spooning behind me.
    “Put that lip back before a bird perches on it.”  Seriously? This is getting insane! “How do you know I’m pouting?” I exclaim and he just tightens his hold on me slipping his leg between mine but I can sense a smile going on back there. “Sleep.” Well, shit…I’m getting tired of these one word text like answers but I know it’s no use complaining, it’s just his way of simplifying the conversation.
    I sigh and he chuckles his warm breath into my neck. I lay still and quiet, I’m not going back to sleep it’s six a.m. too late for sleeping pills and he’s right, I should try to purge myself of all medications for a while.  If I can figure out how to sleep that is. I’m soon warm from head to toe and I see a slit of light coming through the curtains across the floor while I listen to his soft breathing, thank God he doesn’t snore.  I wonder what day two of this dramatic Italian kidnapping trip will bring.

Chapter 5
     

“Monster”
Imagine Dragons

So this is your Aunts house? I ask after we have finished lunch the following afternoon. Sitting across from each other at the small kitchen table, the fireplace is snapping softly behind me sending a shiver of Goosebumps zinging through my body. “Are you cold? I thought I had you close enough to the fire.” He asks, a frown line deepening between his eyes that accompanies his now constant concern. “No, no just thinking…” “About what?” “Your aunt, you as a little boy, what you went through. Why would you want to come here? Why would you even want to keep this house, return to this town?”
    I turn toward him after a moment of silence and one of my top three reasons for running out of Evan’s life is staring back at me, void and empty dilated eyes.  That moment, that exact moment in time, panic floods my body and my blood turns to ice. Fucking hell I can’t do this, why did I stay? Why didn’t I fight harder? Why didn’t I run farther? I actually want to pass out right now but of course my cruel brain has chosen this particular moment to remain alert and very aware, figures. Maybe a survival tactic? Who knows what he would do to me if I fainted.
    I can't move, frozen I stare at a stranger. He’s blacked out before but this time feels different. This time something tells me to stay still, to wait him out, that something is very, very wrong. Evan continues to stare blankly at me, directly into my eyes a vast emptiness envelopes me. I wasn’t cold a second ago but now I’m trembling like a delicate flower in a spring storm.  His unresponsive gaze is scaring the shit out of me. Slowly, he begins to move, but not in a natural way, not the fluid graceful way that I’ve witnessed since waking in this cottage.
    Slowly, he rises from the table and takes a step toward me pausing, a spark of recognition passes over his face briefly but vanishes