Fifty One.

Jaxon

The beat of Blue’s heart slows until it matches mine. A strong steady rhythm connecting the both of us. Her chest was pressed tightly against mine. Her fingers gripping my bare shoulders. Her face nestled in against my neck. She still hadn’t spoken, instead, choosing to remain quiet.

I couldn’t find the words either. She had let me do something that no one else had. She could have pulled away, she could have said no, and yet she had allowed me to touch the very thing she hated.

“I have to go to the toilet.” She whispers, making me laugh. It was the last thing I expected her to say.

Letting go of her, she rushes across to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

It was a good thirty minutes before she appeared. The water hadn't been running. The shower hadn't been on. She stands in the doorway, staring at me. Damn, I wish I could know what she was thinking, because right now, her emotions were impossible to read.

“Are you okay?”.

Her eyes are wide as she nods her head.