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Hide and Seek

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Sara could hear his footsteps as he moved around her living room pausing every so often to study the various things she had placed on shelves and on the walls. With her travels she had brought back trinkets and images that seemed to do little but gather dust. But still Sara liked the way they reminded her of a time when she felt something other than disappointment. With each item there was a story that would remind her that there was an entire world beyond the confines of Las Vegas. There were places she felt like she could call home and there were places she was just another face in a crowd admiring but there life was simple enough.

"I hope you like Jim Beam" She indicated to the glass of fiery liquid. He took it from her hand, their fingers brushing for a movement and despite all of Sara's efforts to convince herself that it was manufactured it was as if he had set her senses on fire. Jazz notes filled the air as he gave a devilish smile reaching past her turning the volume on the stereo up, their bodies flush against each others as he pushed her back.

He took a sip of his whiskey, the liquid glistening on his lips under the dim lighting before moving away watching as she gathered what was left of her composure. The silence between them was haunting, as he dared her to cross all of the boundaries she has spent her life building. She could hear her husbands voice like an old record crackling and filling the atmosphere.

"So where is this husband of yours exactly?" He raised his eyebrows taking a look around the empty room as if expecting him to appear out of nothingness. Sara had done the same thing herself, she had spent more time than she was willing to admit sitting around hoping that her husband would appear at the door with a promise to never leave again.

"He's out of town" She answered with a small shrug, polishing off the whiskey in her glass with gulp before turning back to the bottle. She could sense that Kevin was planning on persisting, asking for more information while coyly measuring her reactions.

"So... it's just the two of us?" He raised an eyebrow before checking her out. His gaze travelled from her eyes all the way down to her feet. The motion sent chills down her spine as Sara straightened her back a part of her wanting to know if he approved of what he saw or not. It had been such a long time since she had felt desirable.

"Yes" The word caught in her chest as she nodded her head slightly the guilt a constant companion.

"Does he go away a lot?" He was trying his best to be conversational but his intentions were more than clear in the way he was looking at her. Sara nodded in response before taking another large mouthful of her whiskey, the liquid burning as it slid down her throat. "You must get lonely" Kevin commented before becoming quiet once again. The sound of the music did little to cover up how awkward the atmosphere between them was.

"I survive" Sara shrugged finishing her whiskey before pouring another double measure into the glass ignoring Kevin's judgments as if he were a figment of her imagination. But as he took a step closer to her it became clear that he wasn't. He was very much real.

"You shouldn't have to" he was standing so close to her she could see the slight movements of his chest as he took each breath, the stubble creeping up his cheek bones, the subtle shades of greens in his eyes. He took the glass out of her hand placing it aside along with his. "You should be happy" He placed in his on the small of her back inching her body closer to his.

"And you think this would make me feel better" Sara laughed, raising her eyebrows at him. Kevin didn't answer placing his lips on hers kissing her like he had been waiting for her for years. He had pulled her so close that she could feel his heart beat through his shirt. She pushed against his chest, sending him reeling, attempting to steady himself on his feet.

The pause was only for a few moments as he pulled her back towards him, kissing her neck, his teeth biting into the delicate flesh as he dragged her unwilling feet back towards the sofa. She fingers moved beneath his shirt as she scrapped her nails down his back. Kevin laid her down on the sofa, straddling her as he lifted her shirt over her head, his hands and lips quickly returning to her body once he had done.

The night air swirled around him as he stood in the garden, the dense humidity indicating that a storm was brewing and the rare sight of rainfall in Las Vegas was not far off. He found himself wincing uncomfortably at what he was viewing but still he could not force himself to look away. Her desperate attempts to feel anything but empty were pathetic in his eyes but he knew she would only live to regret her own weakness. It would get beneath her skin and drive her to a point of insanity she hadn't experienced yet.

He had seen enough of Sara's behaviors to know that she would obsess over her fall from grace. The pedestal she had placed herself upon had well and truly been knocked down. The way she had spoken to him still managed to make him angry in a way he had never experienced before. She had underestimated just how much he was capable of.

She would know soon enough.

He looked down at his phone the text he had carefully worded text he had sent to Greg earlier, a number swap app he had found on the internet making it easy enough for him use Sara's identity once again. It had taken some time to find the right excuse, the tone to sound enough like Sara's but he knew his dedication would be rewarded.

Placing the phone back in his pocket, he relaxed slightly as if waiting for the movie to start at the cinema. Kevin had pulled her jeans off her legs tossing them over the side of the sofa as she wrapped her long legs around his waist rocking her hips in small circular motions. It took exactly ten minutes to drive from Greg's home to Sara's in a rush- he had made the journey it himself multiple times calculating an average.

She grasped the edge of sofa as he trailed kisses past her collar bone, his fingers dipping slowly lower forcing a sigh to escape past her lips as he built her up. His pushed her closer to the edge with every movement his teeth scraping against her skin.

Sara hadn't noticed the sound of knocking at the door or the way Greg had peered through the window attempting to figure out what had been holding her up. He froze as he watched what was unfolding on the other side. Panic churned in his stomach as he watched as the man on top of Sara pinned her wrists above her head. Greg searched his pockets for the spare keys Sara had given him, his other hand on his gun as it became clear what was happening.

She arched her back into him, leaning up for his lips and it was as if he had been knocked down. Greg felt breathless as the crushing realisation constricted around him. He wanted to look away, but he found himself watching as Sara kissed back, moving restlessly beneath the stranger on top of her. He felt a strange sort of resentment bubbling up from an unknown source.

He had always held onto his feelings for Sara despite her silent clarity that they were just friends. They had grown closer together, and they had crossed lines recently that he could only have hoped for in the early years. As he watched the passionate tangle she had succumbed to it was only made clearer that their drunken kiss had meant nothing to her. The kiss that he had spent hours obsessing about and replaying over and over was just... another drunken kiss.

Greg felt the burning desire to pick up one of the rocks by his feet and throw it through the window but instead he turned around and walked away vowing never to let Sara manipulate him. He would not waste time picking up the pieces again when everything would inevitably fall apart.

"Stop" Sara gasped, his hands flat against Kevin's chest, her head pounding as she attempted to sober herself up. One of the many photos of her husband had caught her eye, the shame spilling over into tears in her eyes. "You need to go."

"What, we're just- " But she didn't let him finish pushing at him until he had no other option but to clamber off the sofa. Kevin stood on the side watching as she placed her hands over her eyes attempting to black out the image of his body wanting it to be nothing but a dream.

"You need to go. Please, just get out" She mumbled turning onto her side not wanting him to see the tears that were glistening against her pale skin. Sara heard a scoffing sound, quickly followed by the sound of the front door slamming.

The sound of jazz piano lingered in the sill air, as her sobs escaped in waves of uncontrollable emotional, her entire body shaking, her skin feeling feverish smothered by the knowledge of being alone.