Author's note:
The next few chapters (4/5/6) are quite short and don't have steamy bits. If you're waiting for steamy bits, it might be best to wait until 7 (or better yet, 8) is published. :)
That said, I'll be submitting these next chapters more quickly than usual, each a few days apart at most. Enjoy!
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Lawrence thought of her sweet grey eyes as he drove home. The way she looked up at him with tears glistening in their corners.
Actually, now that he thought about it, she must be about his height. She seemed so tentative and small that it was easy to think of her as looking upwards at him, even though he wasn't a tall man. But when she'd stood in front of him in the hallway, before he'd commanded her to her knees, her eyes had been level with his. And when he'd carried her into the bathroom she'd been light enough to carry, but not tiny in his arms.
She's perfect for me.
He'd changed out of his scrubs at work. It was good practice anyway, but he didn't want to have to wait for a moment when he got home to her.
There would be no commanding today. No need for it.
He wanted to feel her confusion, and see the fight in her.
He pulled into his parking spot then checked his watch: 16:13.
He locked the car and headed up.
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The key was still there on the entryway table.
Lawrence smiled to himself. The note looked untouched, so she must not have even ventured near to the door.
He locked up behind him, then hung up his jacket.
I wonder if she fell asleep waiting for me.
That would be even better.
His chest tingled and swelled with excitement, and his penis strained at his pants. He set his shoes on their shelf, determined to move slowly. With purpose.
Walked calmly to his bedroom door, and opened it.
The bed was made, just as he'd left it.
Empty.
He blinked in confusion.
"Kitten?"
The feeling of panic in his chest started small. He went back to check the bathroom, but the door was already open, and all was quiet.
He checked the couch, in case he'd looked right past her. Her clothing was gone.
He returned to his bedroom and opened the closet, though he knew she wouldn't be there.
"Joy?"
Lawrence's voice cracked. His nagging doubt-- the one he'd pushed aside in favour of hope-- had proven true.
I've scared her off.
I met the only woman I've ever thought might understand me, and I've ruined it.
I should have known I'd scare her off.
I did know.
