In the Arms of Danger

Crazy Thinking?

The week passes by rather quickly as you look forward to finally being able to see where Bob lives. When the weekend finally arrives you pack a small bag to take with you. Oscar offers to watch your cat while you're gone which you gladly accept. You fidget with your hands as you wait for Bob to come and pick you up, the cool spring air sending a slight shiver down your spine. Maybe you should have packed an extra hoody. You smile when Bob's truck finally comes into view, climbing inside and settling down in the passenger seat when he stops in front of you.

"Ready?" He asks once you're all situated in your seat.

"Ready!" You smile at him.

Bob nods and throws the truck in drive, his familiar country station playing softly in the truck as you watch out the window. You're nervous. You can't remember the last time you went to someone's house that you're interested in. Most of the time they just wanted to stay at your apartment or in hotels. Those probably should have been red flags right there but you were so desperate to not be alone you didn't pay attention. You made a lot of bad relationship decisions in that state of mind and you're hoping you're not going to do more. You hate that thought as you glance over at Bob.

He has no red flags to him! You constantly invited him over to your place, so of course it makes sense to have not been to his place yet. You glance over at Bob whose attention is on the road, smiling softly as you watch him. What is this man hiding? How is it possible that you've met someone as amazing as him? You don't deserve him and yet, he's giving you the time of day. He's treating you in ways you always dreamed of and you want this relationship to last. Still, part of you is anxious, constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for something to go wrong just because things are going right.

"I can feel you undressing me with your eyes," Bob hums, glancing over at you.

"I am not!" You cry out, your face flushing with embarrassment.

"Then why ya starin'?" Bob chuckles from his seat.

"Am I not allowed to appreciate how handsome my boyfriend is?" You ask him with a smile. "I'm simply enjoying the view.

"A shame I'm the one drivin," Bob huffs softly. "I'd like to enjoy the view some."

"You'll have plenty of chances," You tell him with a giggle.

"I'll hold ya to that," He grins, resting an arm on the center console and offering you his hand.

You're more than happy to take it, giving it a gentle squeeze with your own hand as the truck falls into silence again, but it's not an awkward silence. The music is playing softly and you're both just all around comfortable together. Bob exits the highway and enters a small road leading into the forest that's about twenty minutes out of town. The ride is a bit bumpy but after various twists and turns Bob finally comes into a clearing in the trees with a small cabin stands out of place among the trees.

"It's a generational home. I forget how far back in my family line it goes," He explains as he parks the truck. "Plus, it's away from people."

"I can see the appeal," You tell him. "It's absolutely beautiful out here."

You follow Bob into the cabin after he helps you out of the truck. As you pass by the storm cellar a strong smell of blood catches your attention, pausing as you look at the locked doors.

"I bring some of the meat home and butcher it here for personal use. Please stay away from it as I try to keep it as sanitary as possible," He explains, coming to stand beside you. "Sorry, I don't mean ta tell ya what you can and can't do...."

"It's okay!" You assure, wrapping yourself around his arm and nuzzling your head against him. "I will be sure to stay out of there."

"Good girl," Bob chuckles, sending a shiver of excitement down your body.