54 Me Too (1/2)

Looking up at him under hooded lids, I shrugged my shoulder. ”I just wanted to hear her voice.” Dropping my eyes to the floor, I twisted my toe into the carpet. ”It was stupid, I know, but I just wanted to hear her.”

Running his hand through his hair, he took a step back, putting some space between us. ”I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted like that, I didn't know.” Sitting on the bed, he kept his head down. ”How—”

Cutting him off, I snapped, ”I don't want to talk about it.”

Bobbing his head up and down, he sucked in a gulp of air. ”Alright, I get it.” Lifting his head, his eyes showed understanding. Even if he wanted to ask more, he wasn't going to.

We both sat in a long silence. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell him about my past, about how Virgo had taken my family from me, but it was just too hard to talk about.

”You want some breakfast?” he asked, breaking the numbing quiet between us.

Nodding, I wrapped my arms around my stomach. ”Yeah, that sounds good actually. I'm a little hungry.”

Salt got up and went to the fridge, pulling out a small white bag. ”I got these from a little bakery in town, they're the best I've ever had.” Handing me a muffin, he took one for himself.

Real food. Real delicious food.

I wanted to savor every last crumb of that muffin. Bringing it to my nose, I smelled the blueberries, tasting them as the aroma entered my lungs. My mouth was watering as I brought it to my lips, and I had to hold myself back from just stuffing it all in at once.

Peeling a strip off the top, I popped it into my mouth. ”Mm,” I moaned, unable to contain myself. ”This is amazing.”

”Told you it was good,” he said with his mouth full.

”I don't think you understand, I don't get stuff like this usually. This is so good, it's almost as good as an orgasm.”

”Almost.” Winking, he took another bite of his breakfast and smirked. ”But not really.”

Laughing, I swallowed my food, choking it down. ”Yeah, you're right, not really.” Watching him eat, I asked,” Can I ask you something?”

Shrugging his shoulder, he took another bite. ”Sure.”

”Why do people call you Salt?”

”It's nothing special really, just a nickname. My last name is Saltiana. But my father used to say that when I was little, I was really good at making my mother feel bad when she tried to punish me. He would say I poured salt on her wound and made her give in.”