You can even see some of the boys in the background in the picture. They’re doing nothing. No backbone.
I can only imagine what might have happened if Julian had been there.
And I think back to our dinner last night.
When I try and put Julian in a box in my mind I can’t. But if I try and find one word to describe him it’s leader. He’s the one who looks out for his flock, so to speak, and encourages them to achieve their potential…just like he did me last night when he sat silently for quite some time while I told him about my dream of becoming an attorney.
And just like a leader, after I finished he mentioned causally that he’d get the numbers of some attorneys he’d worked with and set something up so that I could shadow them if I was interested.
If I was interested? Talk about an amazing opportunity.
But he just said it so nonchalantly like it was no big deal. Like it was just something a boyfriend does for his girlfriend.
And it is true. As crazy as it seems I am his girlfriend now.
And oddly enough I’ve quickly come to terms with that and am actually embracing it.
But now that I’m his girlfriend there’s a different kind of brace that I’m interested in.
The one where he braces his arms around me and holds me tight…while he enters me for the first time.
Just the thought of his big body hovering over mine sends chills up my spine.
“Miss Adams? Are. You. With. Us?” the professor asks, or more likely repeats for the I don’t know how many-ith time.
“Yes. Could you repeat the question please?”
She exhales hard.
“Do you think the traditional male role of protector and provider will still be relevant in society in ten years time?”
I smile. “Yes. I do.”
The teacher pauses as if she’s waiting on me, but I don’t immediately reply. “And do you care to elaborate why?” she asks as if she’s tiring of me.
“Because feeling safe, loved, and cared for are basic human needs. I think there will be few men who will be capable of carrying out the traditional male role in the future, but those who do will be highly desired…almost fought over.”
“You think so?” the professor says suddenly more interested.
“I do, and I think the men who fill this role and encourage their women to do their own thing and support them in their pursuit of their personal goals will be able to have any woman they want, because these men will be extremely hard to find,” I add realizing I’m ahead of the curve and a bit future proof with Julian as my boyfriend.
“Will be hard to find?” some girl a few rows ahead of me says as she turns in her seat to look at me. “They’re already impossible to find. You find one let me know!”
“Amen to that!” another girl says.
Suddenly there’s a rumbling amongst the women in the class and I feel my back straighten in my chair realizing how lucky I am…and the pride I feel in having him and being his girlfriend.
Yeah, I’m his girlfriend all right.
And he’s my boyfriend.
Mine all mine and I’m not sharing him with anyone.
CHAPTER 10
Julian
“Heard you got a girlfriend,” Corporal Nguyen says.
I put my last round in-between the eyes of the target and set my gun down and take an aggressive step towards him.
“Whoa, guy! Sorry, it was just a rumor.”
“Who told you that,” I say getting up in his face.
“Some of the guys in the break room were talking about it. We’re hoping it might calm you down a bit. You’ve been on edge like crazy lately.”
“I’m not on edge,” I say.
“It’s okay man. The Sunset Stalker got paroled. We all know. You can admit you’re concerned.”
“He’s the one who better be concerned. He comes around me I’ll finish him this time. He’s not laying another finger on any girls ever if I have anything to say about it. Especially not my girl.”
“So you do have a girlfriend then? I heard she’s really pr—“
“Yes,” I growl at him. “She is really pretty,” I say finishing his sentence, “and she is mine. Not yours not anyone else’s. Mine.”
“I got it, man,” he says taking a step back and raising his palms up to chest level and facing me.
“Your girl. Everyone respects that, you know.”
“Let’s keep it that way,” I say.
Nguyen shakes head. “F’in psycho,” he says under his breath as he walks out of the shooting range area.
Yeah I am crazy all right. Crazy for her and committed to keeping her safe. And if one of the guys at the station saw me out with her that means The Sunset Stalker could have too.
I leave the shooting area and rush to the lockers. Nguyen sees me and immediately leaves, pressing his body against the far row of lockers as he passes allowing me all the space to pass.
I dig my phone out of my duffel and my thick fingers carefully type the number one. I’ve programmed her number in as my number one speed dial. I got it from the campus directory and haven’t had a chance to actually call her yet. She might not pick up, but as luck has it…
“Hello?”
“You’re moving in with me,” I say.
“Julian,” she says. “Come on.”
“No come on,” I say. “How quickly can you have your things packed?”
“I’m not leaving my home. I like it here. I like living around the other students. Plus what would my parents say?”
“I don’t care what your parents would say right now. I only care what you” I say.
“Do you really? Then why don’t you ask me like a normal person would.”
I feel my fingers ball into a fist. “Abigail…would you like to move in with me?”
“One day, yes. But it’s too early right now,” she says. “But I truly appreciate the invitation and I will consider it for the future. I promise.”
“Where are you now?” I ask.
“I’m at home.”
“I’m coming to get you,” I say.
“I’m not moving into your place.”
“I know. I respect your decision. I don’t like it, but I respect it. But we’re going to go have fun today.”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“I had training this morning. Just finished.”
“Okay then. Sounds fun. I can be ready in thirty minutes.”
“I’ll be outside on the curb in twenty.”
“Why did I already know that?” she says and she laughs.
Her laugh is so damn perfect and makes me feel better already. I’m still upset and disappointed that she doesn’t want to move in, but knowing that she’s smiling relieves some of that tension.
After all that’s what I really want…for her to be happy.
And I know she can be the happiest with me.
And it’s time to show her another way I can make her happy. Very, very happy.
CHAPTER 11
Abigail
“He’s here! He’s outside parked along the curb!” Katie says to me almost like she’s the one going on a date and not me.
“I know,” I say.
“What are you doing? Get out there before I do. Don’t think I won’t steal him away from you.”
“You can’t,” I say. I laugh as I say it as I’m not trying to sound mean or competitive, but I know that there’s literally no way she, nor any other girl, can. He’s obsessed with me and I can rest assured that he’s one-hundred percent committed to me and only me and that he’s mine and I’m his.
What a luxury that is? Most of the girls at college are on Tinder wondering why guys won’t call them back after they give it up to them. Or why their “boyfriends” haven’t deleted their Tinder after they’ve already been in a relationship for a couple weeks.
Thank god I don’t have to deal with any of that. Imaging a horny guy my age trying to juggle multiple girls at once,
and trying to make me one of those girls, makes me sick to my stomach.
And I’d never say it out loud but I couldn’t imagine being with a guy like Katie’s.
She’s fun and pretty and smart. I know right now when I go downstairs her boyfriend is going to be on the couch watching sports…again. Just like he does every single day.
The only real question will be whether he’s sitting, more like slid way forward on the couch, with crumbs on his shirt or horizontal with that old blanket he never washes over the top of him.
Uh…no thanks.
And crumbs it is I say to myself as I bounce down the stairs excited to see Julian today.
“Do you need to borrow a condom?” Katie asks at the last second.
“Hey!” I say. “No,” I reply, but the real answer is that I should but no way I’m telling her that.
But wait? Do I? Julian is always a step ahead and always thinks of everything. I bet he’s got a case of them in the trunk ready to go.
I hope he does at least.
Or if I’m really lucky we won’t need one. I’ll get to feel him inside me and see what I make him do when he finishes on me.
Damn, the thought of it is already getting me hot.
I open the front door and immediately he’s out of the driver’s seat and around to the passenger side opening my door for me.
“Thank you!” I say.
He nods more like he’s my security guard or bodyguard or something. And I can’t lie…I do feel like a bit of a celebrity.
This big strong guy always opening doors for me…always watching out for me.
His eyes never waver from me when we’re out. It’s like he’s got those blinders that race horses wear. He’s only focused on what’s in front of him and when we’re together that’s me and only me.
I like the attention and that it’s so focused and intense only heightens the experience.
And being with him really is an experience…an experience like no other that you couldn’t get anywhere else no matter how hard you tried.
And experience is what I’m hoping to gain today, but another kind of experience.
The kind I’ve been saving for him since I first started fantasizing about him.
And the kind I never thought he’d be interested in until lately.
And now that I know he’s interested it just makes me feel so much better that I waited and that I saved it for the right guy.
Scratch that thought. That I saved it for the right man.
CHAPTER 12
Abigail
I almost forgot just how much I love taking walks.
At college walking is usually something you do to get from one building to another.
But real walking? Just aimlessly passing the day and enjoying the summer is something totally different.
And what better place than in the woods.
I never would have ever thought of this for a date location but apparently Julian did.
We’re a good twenty miles out of town walking down a super cute little trail and there doesn’t seem to be another person in sight.
I hear some locusts from time to time or some birds and am reminded just how much I love being out in nature.
Until a cool breeze hits my skin and I look up and see the clouds coming in quickly.
It suddenly smells of rain, washing away Julian’s natural musky scent and the scent of all the trees and other earthy smells.
The rays of sun that had been streaming through the trees are now gone and I know it’s going to rain soon.
“Should we run,” I ask knowing the car must be twenty minutes away if we continue this pace.
“And miss a good summer rainstorm? Not a chance.”
I smile and feel his free hand brush against mine.
I don’t hesitate. I leave my hand against his and he doesn’t hesitate either, taking my tiny hand in his while he holds our picnic basket in the other.
It’s been the perfect day so far. Cheese, crackers and chocolate on a blanket underneath the canopy of trees that we found and soon we’ll feel the cool raindrops in the heat of the summer.
Soon as in now.
I feel the first drop and then another. And seconds later it’s pouring.
I let out a yell from the exhilaration and freedom I’m feeling and Julian sets down the picnic basket with his one hand but keeps my hand in his other.
And suddenly I feel his hand on my waist and my hand rise up as he spins me and before I know what’s happening we’re dancing in the rain.
Oh my god this is perfect and for the first time my lust for him feels a lot more like true love.
This is beyond romantic. Just the two of us dancing in the rain, just like the song goes.
And the rain also means no bugs or mosquitos as we do a sort of half dance half walk all the way back to the car.
It should have been twenty minutes to walk to the car, but we didn’t walk and it takes over an hour…not that either of us is counting.
I think as hard as I can and don’t even remember the last time I danced, if ever. Dancing in the shower or in my room by myself doesn’t count.
But to be held and spun by a real man is something else entirely. And he even lifted me in the air, and more than once.
I truly felt like the angel that he calls me sometimes as he showed me that he knows how to make me soar in more ways than one.
And soar with him by my side I will.
During our picnic he casually dropped in the information that he’d made the calls to the attorney and all I had to do was tell him when I’m available to shadow them and get some hands on experience.
I was also impressed that he knew both male and female attorneys practicing different kinds of law. Some were young and some were a bit advanced in their careers so I could literally pick out one a week for the entire semester and get a really good feel for what that attorney life was like.
It’s the kind of opportunity I’d never have without him.
For being as possessive and controlling as he is he sure does offer me a lot of freedoms to.
Perhaps the biggest is the freedom and support to explore and chase my dreams.
And as we drive home we’re chased by the thunderstorm and the pitter-patter of the raindrops on the hood. It reminds me of the perfect sleeping conditions…when the rain hits the window and runs down the glass. The perfect backdrop sound for the best kind of sleep known to any man or woman alive.
But being in bed and actually sleeping right now is the last thing on my mind.
Being in bed with him and “sleeping” with him? That’s at the forefront of my mind.
He turns on the heater in the car since we’re both soggy messes. It’s nice to be warm even though we’re wet and I no longer know if my panties are wet from the rain or for him when he leans over at the stoplight and kisses me hard and tells me I’m beautiful.
I know I look like a wet rat right about now…my eyeliner isn’t waterproof and I already saw in the mirror that it’s run down well past my cheeks. My hair is all frizzled and in knots…the mess that I am right now really doesn’t end, it just continues.
But he says I’m beautiful. And if he thinks that I’m pretty at my worst than he definitely deserves me at my best.
Before long he pulls the car up to his house and we both race each other to get inside.
“You want to go first or second?” I ask him as we step inside the front door and I start to feel the chill of being wet.
“Together,” he says. “We do everything together.”
CHAPTER 13
Julian
I take a step towards her and reach for her shirt, grabbing it at the waist.
She raises her hands and I pull it up and over her head and toss it away.
Her bra is white and the water has made it transparent.
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