The dark-haired woman hovered over the young girl, lying asleep on the bed. She smoothed the girl’s hair away from her forehead, whispering soothing words as she did. She felt the girl’s pulse and patted her hand. The girl was going to be fine, but a mother’s worry knew no end, even for children who were not her own.After Ash passed out in her chair, Hunter carried her out to the guesthouse while Lavinia followed behind her son. Ten, fifteen minutes went by and when Ash still did not wake, she sent her son to go to his father and promised that she would watch his guest.Hunter left reluctantly, squeezing the sleeping girl’s hand before leaving. The girl gave no indication that she felt anything.Lavinia looked closely at his son’s guest. The one he had referred to as his “girlfriend” but had not assented to the title. This was the first girl her son had brought to meet them.Ash was a blossoming young woman. She had the healthy glow of youth, with glossy black hair and smooth skin. S
”Mama!” Ash cried out.Lavinia drew back a little, surprised. Ash was still lying flat on the bed but she had tightened her grip around Lavinia’s hands. Her eyes looked sad and relieved, she had the expression of a child who had just woken up from a nightmare, relieved to find a parent by their side.“Mama?” Ash asked, this time sounding less sure.Lavinia merely patted Ash’s hand. She wasn’t sure how to respond, so she chose to keep quiet. Saying “yes” would have been easy and assuring, but ultimately confusing, whereas an outright “no” would have seemed dismissive, perhaps even insulting. She thought it better for the girl to answer her own question.Ash focused her eyes on the dark-haired woman who was holding her hand. She had emerged from her sleep convinced that this woman was her mother, but she clearly she wasn’t. This was Hunter’s mother, not hers.As her vision focused on the woman's face, realization set. Ash felt tears start to pool in her eyes. Hunter’s mother kept pattin
Ash lay next to Hunter on the bed in the guestroom. She felt tired from her head down to her toes. She had cried for what seemed like a long time, but it was only about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of grief for a childhood lost.Ash’s mother did not have a funeral. She had no living relatives in the country where she died, so no one had come forward to make funeral arrangements for her. Even after her death was reported on the news, no friends or coworkers came forward looking for her or her daughter. Ash's father was still missing at the time, and it seemed no one was looking for him either.Narra Flores Parker had died alone, leaving her only daughter alone. Ash did not know where her mother’s body was or what happened to it. She had never thought to ask. The matter had been taken care of and Ash had been too young to know to ask any questions.Ash was eighteen now. She was an adult. She had a right to know where her mother’s body was buried. She would demand this information f
Hunter felt his breath catch in his throat. He wanted to move and yet he felt like he couldn’t. He was struck dumb by the vision he saw in front of him. “Holy . . .” His voice trailed off. There was no other word for it, really. Ash was an apparition and he was afraid that if he moved, the vision would disappear. He was struck by how utterly perfect she looked in the light. Her hair, her face, her skin, her whole naked body: love made her look perfect in his eyes. He started to get up from the bed, to pull himself toward her, but she pushed him down with her hands, crushing her lips against his. He ran his hands over the length of her body, feeling as much of her silk skin as he could. All the while he tasted her sweet mouth, desperate to take as much of her taste as he could. She felt him remove his clothes: first his shirt, then his pants, and finally his boxers. Each article of clothing didn't take more than a few seconds to remove but every movement that took her lips away fro
Hunter stood in the shower for a long time. He let the warm water flow over him as cold feelings ran deep in his gut.Not so long ago, a girl at Saint Blaise’s had told him that she loved him. They had been friends for a while and she was a nice girl, but Hunter hadn’t been interested in her like that.The girl's name was Bethany. They were sophomores then. She was beautiful in the standard Western way: tall with long blonde hair and green eyes. She wasn't academically inclined but she was charming and worldly. Of course, it went without saying that she was a rich girl.Bethany had kissed him at a party and told him that she loved him. They had been drinking and dancing with their friends all night when she suddenly took him aside on some pretense or other. When they were alone and away from the others, she had told him she had feelings for him. It had been awkward. He had laughed at her and told her to stop playing around. He had told her that she was just drunk and that she would fo
Hunter stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He had been in the shower so long that a cloud of steam followed behind him as he made his way out into the bedroom: the toweled god of the shower descending into the human realm in a warm, ethereal mist.Ash wore a large men’s shirt with a band logo on it. It was long enough to cover her like a short dress. Her sleepwear consisted exclusively of large men's shirts that she collected from working backstage at concerts and stage promotions. Sometimes bands would leave behind their unsold merch; most times they were just free shirts that the production team would hand out as uniforms to the workers. Ash worked a lot of odd jobs around the city when she had time off from school. She would have found work in a restaurant or cleaning houses over the holidays had Hunter not asked her to come here.She saw that Hunter was wearing only a towel and she made sure to keep her eyes on his face. She felt the gravity of her hormones
When Ash got out of the bathroom, she saw Hunter laying down a duvet on the floor beside the bed. Ash watched as he took a pillow from the closet and tossed it down on the bed cover on the floor. She watched as he laid himself out on his makeshift mat and closed his eyes, never once glancing in her direction.Her shadow fell over him and the empty bed where he refused to lie with her. Ash felt a coldness in her gut. When she arrived at the Guzmans’ grand estate, the butterflies inside her stomach had been dancing in excitement. She had been so happy to be given the guest house to stay in, that scaled-up play house for fully grown kids--and she had seen herself having a grand vacation in the little pretend house with the golden boy from school.But that had been several hours and more than one disastrous situation ago: a failed dinner, a loss of consciousness, and a derailed romantic encounter.A mere few hours into her dream coming true and Ash’s own instincts had turned on her. The h
“Hmmm . . . hmmm . . .”Hunter listened to the soft noises Ash made as she burrowed against him. He kept his arms wrapped around her even as she fell asleep. Tomorrow she might wake up and change her mind, but tonight she was here and he was going to hold on to her for as long as he could.He felt her rubbing her face against his chest and he couldn’t help smiling to himself. She was so precious. It was so cute how cuddly she was in her sleep. And she was so warm too.He cradled her head in his hand and brushed the hair away from her face. She had such long, beautiful hair.As he stroked her hair, she kept making sleepy little noises, “Hmmm . . . hmmm . . .” He wondered if she was dreaming and if she were dreaming about him.He felt his heart grow heavy.He felt such a weight on his chest; it was like something heavy was on top of him.Ash’s hair prickled under his hand, and he felt her body grow heavier with each breath.She was shifting in her sleep.Ash began to stretch, arms and l