20|Dark Romance and Poetry|He/Him
Binding Kiss 5
Hungry servants eye only me as Amos leads me down hall after hall. I wonder briefly why my quarters are so far from the center of the mansion, but my question is answered as more and more servants fill the halls the closer we get to the dining room. It’s for my safety.
Binding Kiss 4
"Ezra. Wake up." The voice is coming from the doorway to the room, far away from the bed. I can't find the courage to open my eyes. Not after last night. "Ezra." Sterner this time. Shame bubbles up in my gut as I do as I'm told. "We need to get you cleaned and changed. You're coming to dinner with me sunrise."
Binding Kiss 3
I'm not sure what wakes me. It could be the change from the warm summer's day seeping in through the smallest of cracks where windows should meet ceiling changing to the nothingness of darkness. Or maybe it's the feeling of another person pressed into my back, sharing the bed with me.
Binding Kiss 2
When I'm woken up by the smell of eggs and bacon, I can convince myself for a moment that I'm in my bed at home. Then I remember no one in my family is-was?-kind enough to bring me food, let alone make it for me. It's enough of a crack that the illusion instantly shatters.
The evening breeze off the lake makes it difficult not to curl into Luke. Drowsily, I wonder if that's the reason he only brought the two blankets. Definitely not enough for any given night in October, least of all one spent by the lake. But when I go to curl into him, Luke isn't there. My body is the only warmth available in our nest of two blankets.