Page 88 of Stone Temptation
The sooner this test was over, the better.
What if it revealed all the answers, wrapping this up before lunch time? Goodbye marking, back to normal. The craziness over with. No more Luke.
Did there have to be no more Luke?
My stomach twisted in a bazillion knots.
We’ve only just begun…
The clothes arrived. Gray sweatpants, boxer shorts, socks, a sweater, and hoody. Roughly his size. I put them outside the bathroom door, calling through to let him know.
“Thanks!” he returned beneath the sound of the water.
They’d do him until I got him home.
“I should pack,” I told myself, examining the room.
Essentials only. Which was everything. I loved having my things around me. Guess I still could, just edited down.
Crystals, candles, clothes, toiletries. Statue of the stone gods.
By your grace.
I dug out a couple of sports bags, loading in the essentials. Patted myself on the back for holding it together in the face of Seth. The piece of shit held no more power over me. Past knobhead energy exorcised.
He’d never make my knuckles bleed again. But let him touch Luke again and we’d fucking see.
I wrapped my hand around my rose quartz bracelet, emptied my mind, and drew on the energy to cleanse my heart chakra.
I am at peace.
Violence is in defense, not for revenge.
The bathroom door opened a crack, steam escaping. An arm slipping out to grab the pile of clothes.
I watched those fingers, wondering what they’d feel like wrapped around my dick.
Fuck’s sake!
The door closed. I got back to packing, my shaft pulsing, a better balance in my mind.
Fuck Seth.
I added some clear quartz to my bag. The clear crystal enhanced the power of the rose quartz. Living in Brinecrest, I’d need all the boosting I could get with that?—
Fuck. Seth.
After filling the first bag, Luke reappeared. Auburn hair damp and combed back, the clothes a decent fit. He radiated cuteness, twinky hotness, and I really should take my turn in the bathroom under a freezing jet.
He scratched his left forearm. “You’re packing?”
You’ve no idea, dude… “Yeah.”
“Can I help?”
“Nah. You’re alright. Relax. Carissa and Seth will be here soon. I’m gonna hit the shower quickly.”
Five minutes later, randy vibes on mute, I sat with him at the dining table. He picked at his fingernails, pointedly not looking at the door.