by Brogan Riley
Micah snorts, tenses, as I fight my urge to unlock the door myself. Then he finally succeeds.
“High five,” I say and lower myself to slap my palm with his.
We enter the cabin and the smell of wood settles in my nostrils. The interior needs a good dusting and airing but otherwise everything looks perfect. Nadia left the cabin spotless last time we visited it three months ago.
I put the bags and basket on the tiled floor in front of the stone fireplace and go straight to the kitchen to switch on the fridge and electricity whilst Micah settles himself into the leather corner sofa. The cupboards contain a few packs of pasta, two jars of tomato sauce, some rice, a bottle of wine and two cans of tuna, everything still edible.
I take off my leather jacket and fill the sink with hot water and a few drops of washing-up liquid. Two clean cloths lie on the radiator. I dip one in the water and start tidying up. Micah watches TV while I wipe all the kitchen units, the fridge and then the living area. The wall clock shows 6:46 pm and Micah moans that he is hungry.
I cook some pasta and reheat one of the tomato sauces. We eat at the coffee table in the living area and Micah goes to explore the upper floor. There are four bedrooms upstairs and one bathroom. I expect queues at the bathroom door every morning and every evening.
At 8:43 pm, I can hear the hum of a car engine outside the cabin so I finish cleaning the floor around the fireplace. Micah runs down the stairs and stands next to me as Nadia and Shay walk inside. I toss the damp cloth to the corner of the room by the stairs and rub my hands against my jeans.
Nadia approaches me, her hands on my arms, and kisses both my cheeks.
“How is my hot future sister-in-law?” I ask.
“Fine, thank you,” Nadia says, flashes me a contented smile and kneels to hug Micah. She hands him two presents, a remote control car and a big box of LEGO.
“Any presents for me?” I ask.
“Later,” Nadia says and winks at me.
I really like her, probably more than I should like her, given the fact that she will be my sister-in-law soon.
Shay hugs me, slapping my back, and tosses Micah’s hair. Another figure emerges in front of my eyes and the sight of her almost knocks me off my feet. I jerk my body forward, then freeze with my fingers threading through my hair.
I don’t know what or who I’m watching; whether this is a child or a woman, whether this is an ethereal ghost or a seductive nymph. She is here in front of me, but it feels like she will vanish at any moment; it’s like she doesn’t belong to our world and is just visiting. She steps forward and extends her arm to shake hands with me. I realise that I’m gawking at her. I feel as though a hammer has just hit my head and a low chuckle escapes my mouth.
“I’m Lily,” she says. Her voice is delicate, breathy, but has a raspy tinge like she has a cold.
“I know,” I say as my dick twitches in my pants.
I don’t know what has come over me but I bring her hand to my lips and place a kiss on her knuckles. “Nice to meet you, Lily.” Her hand feels fragile and almost translucent in mine.
“Nice to meet you, too, Mr Hannigen,” Lily says and her porcelain face blushes with subtle pink.
“Call me Dreven,” I say.
I’m still holding her hand in mine as she arches her thick black eyebrows and her dark eyes gleam like two gems, like the promise of wildness and passion.
She is absolutely beautiful. Not pretty, not cute. Beautiful, and so delicate and sensual that I want to take her to my bedroom, fuck her senseless and then marry her. She is eighteen, you pervert.
