The biggest witch hunt

Chapter 5

Oliver’s gaze dropped to the ground “Rylie” he said nervously, knowing he was thinking of when my parents walked in on us in a heavy make out session, partically undresses— started disapproving of our relationship, as we were ONLY courting each other and enforced his parents to send him abroad.

I grabbed his hand and rubbed the backs softly, “Join me, it’s just us...” I said reassuring him there is nothing here to stop us or punish us.

I lifted his chin with my hand and made him look up at me, I felt his gazed travel up my naked body and shuddered under his gaze, his eyes were filled with desire and burning lust when he finally made eye contact with me. I leaned up kissing him gently before walking over and lowering myself into the hot water, I watched as he slid his shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly toned stomach and chest, his tanned complexion defining it.

As he started to unbutton his pants, I felt his unbreaking gaze on me, causing my cheeks to rush with color, exposing me gawking at him.

He stepped into the water behind me and slid down, pulling me back to his chest.

The warmth of his body was electric on my skin, I leaned into him and rested my head on his chest before moving my hand along his stomach, tracing out his v line, and back up to his chest.

He poured soap on a cloth and started to ever so gentle wash my body, “you’re perfect” he whispered breathlessly, Washing the soap from me.

“Nothing compared to you” I said back as I took the rag from him, washing his back off and then stepping out while he finished.

As we dried off, I grabbed a pair of sweats and a white strapless top, looking over to him, “I still have some of your old clothes, I’m not sure they will fit, you’ve grown” I said with a soft laugh pulling out the only pair of sweats I thought would fit. 

They ended up being a little short, but fit otherwise, he walked over to my bed and sat on the edge as I got under the covers.

“Sleep with me..” I said softly, not wanting him to leave.

I knew I’d be trapped with my thoughts and be completely and utterly lonely.

My parents never comforted me, but Atleast I knew I’d I needed help, they were there. Always.

“Yes, my love” I heard him say, pulling me from my thoughts once more.

He seemed to be concentrating hard on me before I felt the feeling of abandonment take me over.

Oliver laid next to me pulling me into his embrace, “I promise to keep you safe, please trust me, always” he mumbled half asleep before I closed my eyes holding onto him to tightly, like he’d be gone before I woke.