Once, my paranoid love

Derek remained silent for a brief moment, a contemplative expression on his face. Then, without further explanation, he scooped me up in his arms and began leading me outside. The suddenness of his actions left me astonished and curious.

“Derek, what are you up to?” I asked, struggling to understand his intentions. We made our way to the car, and it became apparent that he intended to take me with him to his office.

As Derek settled me onto his lap inside the car, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of hesitation. It was an unusual situation, and I wanted to make sure it was alright. I inquired, “May I sit on the seat?”

Derek’s response surprised me, his voice carrying a husky tone, “No, you’re better on my lap.” His statement made me wonder if he was upset due to something I had done. In an attempt to understand his emotions, I asked, “Are you angry?” His answer was a simple “no.”

Curiosity gnawed at me, and I probed further, “Did I say something inappropriate?” He nodded in response, his gaze remaining fixed on me.

“I’m not a baby,” I added, feeling the need to assert my independence. Derek’s protective behavior was endearing, but I wanted him to see me as an equal partner.

Derek’s response, however, was filled with affection. “But for me, you are.” His words were accompanied by a warm smile. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his sweet, albeit somewhat overprotective, nature.

With a playful tone, I decided to challenge him, asking, “You have a sweet way of speaking. How many girlfriends did you have then?” My eyes narrowed as I awaited his response.

Derek chuckled at my question, then replied, “I had a bunch, but none of them were as sweet as you.” His words brought a genuine smile to my face as I considered the unique connection we were building.

“Really,” I said, turning to him with a faint smile.

Derek’s warm response to my playful question left me feeling a mixture of emotions. As he tenderly touched my hair and brushed it behind my ear, I couldn’t help but shiver with the gentleness of his touch.

His fingers then traveled down to my cheek, and I watched him closely. The intimacy of the moment was both surprising and inviting. He pulled me closer to his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat, steady and reassuring. It was an unfamiliar sensation for me, one that both intrigued and startled me.

Derek’s voice, filled with sincerity, broke through my thoughts. “What exactly do you want to hear, girl? That I had a huge number of girlfriends?” He paused to let his words sink in. “I have no one in my life.”

My heart raced as I considered what Derek’s words truly meant. Was he being completely honest about having no one in his life? Or was it a way to protect me, to keep certain aspects of his past hidden? Derek, sensing my hesitation, gently slid my hair behind my ear, a simple and intimate gesture that caused my heart to skip a beat.

As I leaned against Derek’s chest, my eyes closed, and his fingers gently twirled in my hair, a wave of emotions and sensations washed over me. It was a complex mixture of feelings, and I couldn’t help but question their origin.

Was it simply an attraction? Or perhaps a sensual desire that I couldn’t deny? I found myself considering the possibility that it might be something more profound, something that I had yet to fully comprehend. Derek was slowly becoming an integral part of my life, and his closeness had a profound effect on me.

It was as though an invisible force, an unspoken connection, was drawing me closer to him. He had entered my life like a whirlwind, and I couldn’t help but feel that he was everything to me, even though I didn’t fully understand what that meant. These emotions were unfamiliar, and I struggled to define them.

But amid this whirlwind of sensations and emotions, Paul’s face suddenly intruded on my thoughts. It was as if he were a specter from the past, a reminder of a different time. His image brought a surge of conflicting emotions, and I couldn’t help but remember the complexities of my relationship with him.

I couldn’t easily forget him, even though my life had taken a different turn.

With a deep breath, I found the strength to ask the question that had been lingering in my mind. “Derek, where is he?” I inquired, my voice hesitant and unsure. I feared that Derek might misunderstand my concern, thinking me hypocritical for still caring about Paul.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Why?”

Derek’s question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. I had to choose my words carefully, balancing my own pain with the delicate situation at hand. We had come so far, but I couldn’t let Derek’s desire for retribution cloud his judgment.

I paused for a moment, breaking away from the warmth of Derek’s chest, and looked into his eyes. His concern was palpable, and it was clear that he was ready to go to great lengths to protect me from Paul. However, my concern was different, not just for myself but for Paul as well.

“Derek, I have something to say to you,” I said softly, my voice carrying the weight of the decision I had to make.

Derek nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. I took a deep breath and continued, “Derek, Paul needs medical treatment.”

The words hung in the air, and I could see the confusion in Derek’s eyes. He had expected me to ask for his help in dealing with Paul, not for his compassion.

“Do not be concerned. I’ll take care of everything for him,” Derek stated, his voice steady and resolute. It was a testament to his character and his unwavering commitment to protect me.

I appreciated Derek’s offer, but I knew that it was not a path we could tread. I shook my head gently, trying to convey the depth of my concern. “No, Derek. I don’t mean that he needs your help in that way. I mean, he needs medical attention for his disorder.”