Empathy by Ker Dukey Read Free Book Online

doesn’t reach her eyes.
    “They already left.” I slip my hands into my jeans pockets and look down at her. “Do you want me to walk you home?”
    She nods. She’s a little unsteady on her feet from the alcohol she’s consumed.
    I walk beside her and have to stop her when she starts to walk into the road. My hands are on her waist, the heat from her skin seeps into my palm. Turning slowly so she’s facing me, her head tilts up, her eyes half lidded. She reaches up onto her tiptoes and crushes her soft, full lips against mine. She tastes sweet, like cherries and a hint of vodka. My arms fasten around her waist, pulling her supple body into mine. My lips taste hers; her tongue shoots out and into my parted mouth. My head wages war with my cock but I wouldn’t be who I am if I let weak impulses control me.
    I push her back. “What are you doing?”
    I need time to clear the clouded thoughts raging in my head. She makes me feel! She made my heart speed up and my skin vibrate with electricity when she kissed me. I can’t have that. Why the fuck does she have an effect on me?
    “I just want to forget for a little while,” she whispers, stroking her hands up my arms and into my hair. She reaches up onto her tiptoes again but I step away.
    “You’re acting irresponsibly. I could be anyone and you let me walk you home, and then you throw yourself at me. Do you want to be murdered? Raped? Then again, you can’t rape the willing, so maybe you want to be used as a slut for a night?”
    I’m being harsh, but I am harsh. I need to remember who I am. I need her to not want or like me.
    She drops her hands and steps away from me. Torment swirls in those hypnotic eyes of hers and then I see pity. Understanding changes her features like she’s just solved a puzzle.
    “Wow, you really are a fucking dick. A bitter fucking dick. If I was male and just wanted a bit of comfort, a kiss to help rid myself of memories that plague me it would be okay, but because I’m a girl, that makes me a slut who wants to be raped and murdered? I didn’t ask you to have sex with me, I just kissed you.” She runs her hands through her long, dark waves. “Thanks for stopping me. I went further than I meant to, but hell, there isn’t enough soap that would get your bitterness off me if I went any further. I clearly am a poor judge of character.”
    She turns and heads back towards the dorms, alone in the dark, her words echoing around my brain. She is so feisty I can’t decide if I want to squeeze her throat and watch her eyes gloss over with tears, or rip her tiny shorts off and bury my dick inside her, making her scream, making her so fucking dirty she’ll never get clean. I stay back but follow her to make sure she makes it home. I didn’t kill her when she came home unexpectedly that night, so I refuse to let anyone else do it. I know what lurks in the shadows. I won’t let anything bad happen to her that’s not my doing.
    God, I really am a fucking dick.
    When I see her light turn on in her room I pull out my cell and text Abby.
    You busy?
    It takes her less than thirty seconds to reply.
    Yes, I’m at a party, why?
    She knows why. I only ever message her when I want to fuck.
    You know why.
    Well, you’ll have to find some other idiot to be your hole for the night. I’m here with a guy.
    That’s new. My hole for the night? Guess she really is fed up with my coldness towards her. Shame, she has a lethal mouth. I don’t bother replying.
    I head back towards the party where I know I’ll be able to take my pick from all the half-dressed sluts there. I just need to get laid so I can stop thinking about her, stop myself from feeling shit I don’t need to be feeling.
    I spot Abby when I reach the party. Small world. She’s dancing with her girlfriends, not one guy anywhere near her.
    You can’t make me jealous Abby, so don’t play a game you can’t win.
    I scan the crowd and notice Abby’s best friend by the bar with Abby’s