Kamari's Point of ViewThe windows were cleaned to perfection. So was every tile in the kitchen. Next came the bathrooms and the rooms. Mopping the floor. I did it all methodically. Touched every crevice in the house until I was sure no grime or dust remained. Until my body was screaming at me to just go eat something.At least my phone breaking meant Nolan couldn't get hold of me. Which was perfect, considering I didn't want to speak to him currently.But it also meant Zayan couldn't reach me regarding our plans for tomorrow. It was fine. This was fine. All of it would be fine. I shouldn't let one interaction with my mother define my entire life. Yet her words haunted me. Like the bad aftertaste you get when you eat something sour. No matter how much I cleaned. Scrubbed. Cursed the high heavens. I couldn't get rid of that voice telling me that she had no choice. If I hadn't snapped back, maybe I would have gotten to know more.But my temper was renowned for its bursts when it liked
Kamari's Point of View Stepping out of my bathroom, I nearly dropped my towel when I noticed him. His arms were rested on his knees. Head hung low whilst he stared at my carpet. The bed was dipped frighteningly low from his weight. It only reminded me again how big he was. How honed to kill his body was. The soft glow of the light from outside cast his entire left side into shadow. It would have been the perfect photo of Zayan, had I not gotten so startled. A perfect balance of light and dark. Although I could see his jaw was tightly clenched. "What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling my throat tighten. Slowly, Zayan lifted his head to look at me. Our eyes locked. I swallowed hard and tightened my grip on my towel. But I swore he could look right through it. See my already hardening nipples beneath. "Your phone was going straight to voicemail," A husky whisper. I frowned at him and walked to my closet but Zayan was already on his feet before I could get there. A hand rested on
Kamari's Point of View I got dressed in jeans and a shirt like Zayan had asked for. Slicked back my hair into a high ponytail. Tugged on some sneakers on. The look was a far cry from the clothes Zayan had gotten me. Which meant he wanted to go somewhere where I might need to shift in a hurry. "Had a good night out?" I asked my dad when I saw him sitting at the counter reading on his tablet. His eyes perked up to mine. Sat the tablet down in front of him. The smile that grew on his lips told me that he hadn't just been with his friends. It had been more. Much more. "Wonderful night. The guys told me to say hello." He replied and sipped from his cup of tea. Narrowing my eyes at him, I curbed the counter and kissed his temple. He almost instantly closed his tablet in front of him. Moved so fast I wouldn't have been able to catch it without being a wolf. Guilt peeked through his face for a moment before it disappeared. "Right... I assume your friends wear coral-colored lipstick?" It
Kamari's Point of ViewThe moment we went over the peak of the mountain, the skies cleared up instantly. Clouds drifted far above our heads. And in front of us lay a vast lake that sparkled in the early morning sunshine. Several boats were already on the water. People were being tugged along by thick ropes. The more we descended, the easier I could make them out. They were people from all walks of life. Some were sitting in expensive and luxurious boats, whilst others stood and drank. There were also several canoes in the water with men wearing fishing hats and long rods. I could feel my mouth open the more I took in the scene. Noticed children running through houses that dotted the entire side of the lake. The more I tried to keep my mouth shut, the further it hung open."I never knew there was a place like this only two hours away." I breathed in astonishment as we passed the first entrance. Metal gates were dotted by several old pieces of water skiing equipment.The next gate ha
Kamari's Point of ViewThe helmet fitted snuggly over my head. Pressed it a bit too hard but according to Zayan, that was how it was supposed to be. If I fell, he didn't want my skull to bounce around on the inside. Rather, he wanted it to absorb the impact.Or some shit like that."Please tell me that mine doesn't have any gears," I whispered and tightened the gloves he had given me. Another precaution, along with some rather unsightly boots that came up to my knees. They were hard to walk around in. Weighed close to ten fucking kilos. Although, he swore they didn't. But the added weight felt off to me."No. Yours is automatic, " He paused what he was doing. Set his own gear down and walked over to me. The monster of a quad was in front of me. With all the bars and lights and stuff, I had never used before in my life. "Get on." He instructed.Slowly, I shifted my feet closer. Lifted one leg and shimmied it over the top. It left me in an awkward position. I questioned every life deci
Zayan's Point of ViewShe smelt like sunshine. It was a weird way to describe it. But that was what it was. Sunshine and happiness. An endless supply that I could get of. For as long as she wanted me close.Being this closely pressed to her made me keenly aware of her presence. Of how fragile she was. A small being that I now held the power to make or destroy. Not that this situation was even remotely so poetic. I was just driving her around on an automatic quad bike. Showing her the ropes so that she could venture after me when I climbed onto the dirt bike a bit later. Her head remained steadily centered but I could almost sense her eyes moving up and down when I worked the brakes. Or when I sped up using the thumb accelerator. A far cry from being difficult in the slightest. With her brilliant mind, I knew she could figure it out quickly.Now it was simply a matter of relinquishing the controls so that she could take over. A feat I wanted to do but couldn't bring myself to do. Wha
Kamari's Point of ViewI couldn't tell him. I really fucking couldn't. Maybe that made me a coward. Maybe it just made me a sentient being. But I was absolutely fucking petrified of the thing between my legs.It was spurting fumes. Rumbled menacingly. Jerked a whole lot when my thumb started aching and I couldn't keep it there at constant pressure. And boy did my thumb fucking ache a whole lot.All and all, quad biking didn't seem like the sport for me. I gave it a six out of ten, at best. Only because Zayan enjoyed it so much. Made him happier than I had ever seen him. Only because I felt free for the first time in my life.Not even the day he had bought me out of my status seemed to make me feel this free. Zayan was in front of me for most of the trip. His back wheels sometimes shot up rocks. Made not just the road an obstacle course but the air as well. I didn't mind. Pressed the accelerator as hard as I could without my heart dropping out through my ass.This side of the lake was
Kamari's Point of ViewThe bark from the willow was rough through the thin fabric of my shirt. I could feel it poke into me. Probe me for answers. Or maybe that was just my conscious trying to make sense of what had just happened with Zayan.One moment he was on the ground, asking me if I cared about him. The next? Well, we started making out and getting heavy. I asked if we couldn't go back to the tree so that we had more privacy.He agreed almost immediately.But the moment we got under the branches, out of eyesight, I chickened out. Realized that I had only asked for one fucking night. Now I wanted more. It was greedy of me. Especially considering it took us this long to get here. He had declined when we were in his mother's cottage. But accepted the night in the cave because I refused to let it go. The most likely thing that had happened was that he accepted his fate that night. Thought I would hound him continuously. And right then, sprawled in the road, he was just feeling sor