'How did he even go there?' She thought while quickly searching for her car keys which were buried somewhere under her pile of clothes on the chair. She threw everything on the floor and grinned triumphantly when she found the key.

It was a little more than eleven at night and for someone as innocent as Turner, that place was equivalent to a mafia's secret hideout and that was the exact reason why she didn't even bother to inform anyone as to where she was going and flee out of the home in hurry.

On the other hand, Turner was impatiently walking around the room waiting for Pearl to come. He was really afraid of this place as he heard many people groan before entering the cottage. His head still couldn't comprehend the reason behind their groans because he did not see anyone beating anyone and none of them were screaming for help either, but they still had bruises on their body!

Turner was confused.

He blamed all of this on Alexa Grande. If it weren't for her trying to violate him, he wouldn't have been stuck here—in this very scary and dangerous place. Now the only source of his escape was Pearl and he was impatiently waiting for her to come and take him away.

Five minutes had already passed and even though he felt secured in that cottage, the area was still scaring him and that was why he decided to call Pearl again, he wanted to hear her voice because for some reason, he felt home when it came to her.

She was the only one who didn't push him away or made fun of him even when he didn't understand any of the double meanings. She made him feel safe, even if it was from afar and he wanted nothing more than go way back in time and find her earlier. To say that he was eager to meet her would be a great understatement, he was dying to meet her.

He immediately called her and paced around the room waiting for her to pick up the call. In just two rings, she received the call and started throwing worried questions at him, making him smile like a baby,

"Why are you calling me? Are you okay? Did someone get into the cottage? Are you hurt? Did anyone try coming near you?" He grinned widely hearing her voice.

"This place is scaring me."


"I can understand baby, just hang on five more minutes, yeah? I'm right on my way and don't open the door for anyone, okay?"

"Okay."


With that said, she hung up the call making him stare at the clock on the wall.

'Five more minutes till she is here.' He thought.

He loved the attention he got from her because unlike other girls, she explained stuff to him that no one else bothered to explain him before, she gave him confidence that made him happy, he was no longer afraid of the taunts and bad words being thrown towards him, neither did he wish to change his personality or anything about him anymore because Pearl said she liked him just the way he was and it was enough for him to smile every night before sleeping.

Exactly five minutes later, he heard some shuffling which got him alarmed and wide eyed. He heard the door open and then close and his heartbeats went wild. Someone had entered the cottage and he didn't know what to do. He decided to call Pearl informing her about the arrival of someone, but then he heard someone call his name— A very familiar voice calling his name.

"Turner?" She called, but no reply came making her body stiff with worry.

'What if he got tired of waiting for her and decided to walk away? What if he is in trouble?' All the what ifs started popping in her brain when she heard footsteps in the living room.

"Pearl? Is that you?" She followed the voice and saw him standing in the middle of the room. He was looking handsome in a casual white tee and denim jeans. His hair were dark and voluminous and they were styled back. He was neither too buff nor too lean, just how she liked her men to be.

"Are you okay?" He nodded his head, unable to form any sentence. A blush erupted on his cheeks looking at her in nothing but short shorts and a deep necked black tank top. Worry was laced on her face and her hair were tied in a loose, messy bun.

"Are you blushing, Turner?" She teased him realising he was looking at anything, but her.

"Why are you not looking at me?"


"I-It's nothing like that."


"Can't handle my hotness?" He looked up with pink, tainted cheeks, making her smile triumphantly.


"I am sorry to disturb you so late at night."


"It's okay, you are safe and that's all what matters." She walked closer to him and he sat on the couch, still avoiding looking at her.


"I have a question."

"Yes?" She asked, taking a seat beside him on the couch.

"Why is no one complaining the police?"


"About what?"


"About the stuff that goes on here. I heard many people groaning in pain."


"They were not groaning in pain, baby. They were groaning in pleasure."


"But I saw bruises!"


"Want me to explain the bruises and groan theory to you practically?" He nodded his head and she moved closer, making him stand from the couch abruptly.

"Don't you trust me?"


"I do."


"Then let me do what I am doing." He once again nodded his head and took a seat beside her. She without wasting any time, sat on his lap cradling him making his cheeks run for some redness. His nerves went all over the place and he widened his eyes when she started learning closer and closer.

"Are y-you going to k-kiss me?"

"I need to teach you a lot more before jumping on the kissing step."


"W-What do you mean?"

"Keep your hand on my back."

"Huh?"


"You heard me." He obliged and carefully put his hand on her back, when she huskily whispered, "Lower."
He lowered his hand just a little bit when he heard her sigh and hold his hand before putting it very low and right above her butt.

His heartbeats started racing and his breathing grew heavy. He has never felt this way before and he never thought himself touching any girl anytime sooner. Infact, he walked away from girls in school when they tried to come any closer to him, but for some reason he couldn't protest when it came to her.

"I am going to give you a bruise now and make you groan and trust me, you are going to love it."


"O-kay?"

She then without any further notice started kissing him on the crook of his neck making his insides churn with excitement. She bit a certain spot on his neck and licked it, before nibbling on it again, making him groan loudly. She gave him feather kisses all over his neck and collarbone making him tighten his hold on her butt and pull her closer, to which she smiled through the kiss.

She fisted his hair tightly and continued her assault on his neck. Few minutes of biting, nibbling, licking, groaning and kissing later, she stared into his crystal brown eyes with her green ones with a small smile. Finally, she kissed him right at the corner of his mouth and letting her lips linger there for few seconds before pulling away and looking at him with hooded eyes.

"Did you like it?"


"Yes."


"Want me to do it again?" His face flushed and she let out a small laugh before kissing his forehead, ready to pull off from his lap, when he pulled her back against his chest making her look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Is this what Alexa meant by eating me?"


"On a basic level, yes."


"I made a huge fool out of myself, didn't I?"


"Girls love innocent boys."


"Do you love me?" He quickly realised what he just said and shook his head, muttering apology after apology, "I am s-sorry— I didn't mean it like that—"

"Yes, baby, I love you. Doesn't matter in which sense you asked."


"Can I tell you something?"


"Ofcourse, babe."

"I liked it when you kissed me on the neck."


"Yeah?"


"Mhm."


"And?"


"Can I— I feel shy s-saying this."

"Say it."


"Can I kiss your neck too?"


"You can kiss me anywhere you want, baby."

With that said, he carefully placed his lips on the crook of her neck and kissed her gently, just how she did to him a while ago and that was when they realised that their body craved for each other just as much their hearts did.

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I think this is the looooongest descriptive chapter I've ever written (in short stories).

Did you guys like it?