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Scarlett

After Matt left, I sat a bit longer on the bench. I was way too awake to go back to sleep. I got back in the cabin and started to make breakfast, maybe I should have asked first, but he said that I should make myself at home.

My scrambled eggs were not as good as his omelettes, but they had to make do for a bit. Cooking was not my strength. On the other hand, the coffee was extraordinary. After cleaning up my plate and the pan, I took the second cup of coffee with me to the bathroom. I needed a shower, and my hair needed a good wash and brushing.

If yesterday my body was so broken and beaten that I could barely move, today bending and stretching worked fine. I just had a feeling that my muscles were sore and knotted, but I didn’t feel any pain. A good, long massage would work wonders. Oh, well. I never had a massage, but the idea of one felt lovely.

After stepping out from under the shower that offered only lukewarm water, I was feeling better. I had to talk to Mountain Man, see if there was a way to fix the lack of hot water. With a grey towel wrapped around my long hair, I stepped outside, naked, looking for clothes. Just as I opened the door, I stumbled right into Matt’s arms. He was naked, too. Damn, yum, I mean. My brain shut down for a few minutes and my hands moved on his chest while I bit my lower lip, looking into his eyes. My body was flush against his, and I felt his hard cock pressed against my belly. Need and lust filled me. I wanted to drop there, in front of him, and taste him right after coffee.

He was the grown-up and pushed me gently away.

“There are some clothes that should fit better in the drawer. We can go into town tomorrow.” It was all he said before disappearing into the shower.

Why was I acting like that and drooling all over my savior? He was probably seeing someone already and saw me as a kid that had a lot of issues. I walked away from the door, shamed, and found the clothes he talked about. I should start taking this seriously, my training and fitness. Matt was the right teacher for me, or wasn’t he?

I had crushes before. Every girl has them, but not like this. This is a crazy, all-consuming, creaming my lower lips and wanting to hump him kind of crush. Damn, why can’t he be ugly or have a nasty personality? But no, he looks hot as fuck, is nice and warm and sweet. Ugh.

The cabin felt horrible, small and constricting. I ran outside as fast as I could. The sun was up. It was still early. A thick layer of fog still covered the top of the trees. The scent of the morning was different from the one I experienced last night. It was fresh, more alive. Or maybe I just experienced the forest differently. My mind was drifting toward Matt, who was naked. So naked, his skin smelled so delicious, like something I could not explain. I wanted to taste him, bite that sweet skin between my teeth and suck on it.

Damn.

I stood up and started walking until I reached the edge of the forest. I looked inside. It was dark, but even the darkness was not consuming me. It made me curious.

“Scarlett?"

Matt stepped out of the door and looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt. My body tensed. I looked down at myself and hated the grey sweats I was wearing. Why the fuck did I care if he thinks I was pretty?

“Here.” Matt covered the distance between us in a few steps.

“Hey, how are you feeling? I was worried. I should not have left you alone."

“It’s okay. I feel safe here."

Matt put his hand on my upper arm. Warmth reached me. “Good. How about we start with a simple exercise? We are going to walk around a bit."

“I’m not that fragile. I’m good."

“Believe me. It won’t be easy."

“I’m ready."

Matt started walking. He showed me a path that I could not see from outside of the forest.

“Would you tell me more about Shifter Nation?"

Matt cleared his throat. “Little Flame, I won’t be able to tell you much. Not yet. I’m bound to secrecy. How about we try something else? Think of your wolf. You call her Sparky?"

I smiled. “Yes, I call her Sparky. She was this sparkle of light that lay next to me in the back of the closet."

“Why were you in the back of the closet?"

“I was afraid, my mom, she was drunk often and when she was like that she would beat me. I was terrified of her."

“That’s horrible. I’m so sorry."

“It’s okay. I believed in her, in Sparky. Then, after I entered the system and started therapy, I started to believe I just imagined her."




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