Tiffany
Although this place has been modernly built, it seems to me that it has been abandoned for a while. It has been cared for by the owners, obviously, but it is Larry who begins the careful cleaning of the place to make it livable for both of us. I keep telling him that my leg is fine, but he insists on massaging it, which is fine by me.
He lets me sit on one of the chairs while he kneels in front of me and begins to caress my feet with his hands. I do not know why being here with him makes me feel a mixture of emotions, but the more he presses my feet gently, the more awakened I am to how he is. He makes me forget so many things about my old life, and now, here, alone with him, I wonder if there might be something infinitely interesting lurking in the dark.
It is the second day of the blizzard, and the cold is almost blinding, but with Larry, I do not feel the heightened alarm of the cold ringing in my ears. Really, the more he holds my feet in his hands, the warmer I become.
“I’m sorry,” he says to me suddenly, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. It is not something I have been expecting from him, which makes it all the more surprising and demanding. “I shouldn’t have brought you here without checking the weather properly.”
I say nothing, but I notice his hesitation as his fingers push down against my feet. I swallow and try to shake my hunger for this man away because I can tell that being stuck here with Larry will herald a whole lot of unwanted emotions, which I do not think I am evidently ready for.
“Don’t be,” I say to him. My voice is only a whisper, and I fear he wouldn’t get me, but he does. And then he smiles and gently places my feet down. “I think this place hasn’t been abandoned, though, seeing that everything is still intact. There is even water in the bathroom.”
He nods. “I guess so.”