Chapter 12 Trust me
Claire moved in a week later. Peter helped her of course. His place was even close to her Campus. That made her travel lot easier. However, that was not the main reason for her moving in. She wanted to be with him as long as it possible. Claire knew that Peter was some kind of addiction, but she did not care. She wanted him and she loved him too much to care about.
Two weeks later, Claire felt already as in home. It was good to wake up every morning and seeing the man, you loved, lying beside of you. Every time she wanted to smile. Every time she could not stop the thought, that he saved her. She was not alone anymore. She had someone. She loved that someone with her full heart.
The best part was when he opened his still sleepy eyes and looked at her. She leaned and kissed him. Then he smiled. His smile was so rare event and Claire cherished these moments. She kept them hidden in her heart. She did not know the reason, behind his distance. She only knew that Peter had been hurt. Every time when she tried to talk about that, Peter kissed her. Every time he said that, she asked too many questions. Claire just looked at his eyes and kissed him back. She wanted to cure him in the way he had cured her. She wanted to help him, but she still did not know the way.
By the end of the third week of their living together, Peter's life was mystery for her. He did not share. He got off early at the morning and came back just for dinner. His favorite food was Italian. Claire preferred Chinese, but it did not matter what they ate. The only important thing was that they were together.
Their favorite place for dinner was in front of TV. Claire sat on the couch with folded legs and Peter sat close to her. They ate and kissed from time to time. That was the best time of the evening. She could not stop the memory of her life alone. When she had her old job, she did not have time for such pleasure. She did not feel loved. She felt the love now.
Peter loved her. Claire was sure in that. He showed her that in so different ways. Still, he still did not say the words. He still did not say 'I love you.' Claire missed that. She wanted to hear him telling her that. She wanted to be completely sure about him.
Her nights had filled with pleasure. His way of making love with her had changed. He was more caring and gentle. Every time after they had reached their peak, he stayed at her for some time. Every time Claire kissed his lips. She showed him how much she loved him.
He was the one. Claire was sure. When she was little girl, she imagined her prince. He supposed to come for her, riding graceful white horse. His armour had to be white and shine and he had to save her from the evil witch..
When she grew up her fantasies changed. She thought that the man, she would fell in love with, had to be on her age. She imagined him as a captain of the football team. That was how she had met Brody. Claire never had told Peter for him. He only could get furious and the poor man could have ended dead. Still, when Claire had met Peter she realized that the childish sometimes could come true. Peter was her knight. True, he wore raincoat instead of armor. He did not have white horse, but he had stolen her heart. He was not at her age, but his smile and the look in his eyes were enough to make her feel weak in her knees. Her heart had pounded and then Claire understood that she had found her prince, not her captain.
Couple of days later, she had realized that the real world was not a fairytale. Her prince was her uncle. Her heart had shattered into millions of pieces. However, Claire still loved him. She could not stop love him, but she could not tell him that. Not now… Now was different. She had him. He was here and she could tell him these words every day.
He was the one. He was the only one in her life.
By the end of their third week, Claire understood something else about him. Peter was jealous. That word was not even close. Claire knew that he cared about her. That was the only thing he was willing to admit, but she did not know that his jealousy could threaten man's life.
It happened by the end of her last classes for this week. She felt tired and grumpy. The lecture was boring again, but again Claire had to be there. There was one boy, because he was a boy close to Peter. His name was Lenny. Claire knew that he liked her. Actually, it was more than interest. Lenny had seen her at her previous work. She was a call girl at one student party. Lenny had seen her there and tried to sleep with her, but Claire had cut him off, telling him that the deal excluded the sex.
Since then, Lenny practically chased her. She was surprised how Peter had not seen him yet. Now they were about to meet.
'Claire!' Lenny grabbed her elbow in the moment Claire walked out of the Campus. She just had turned in one empty street. Peter supposed to get her from here.
'Let go of me, Lenny!' She tried to free with one jerk move. He was the stronger of course. He was a man and Claire hated when she was the weaker one.
'No!' Lenny sad and closed his face to hers. Claire tried to pull back. He disgusted her. He was everything that she hated in one man and more important, he was Brody's copy. The same cheeky attitude and annoyed smile. The same structure as a fitness maniac and the same convincing that she had to be hers. His watery blue eyes pierced her.
'Let go of me now!' Claire hissed, but he held her tight.
'Why we just don't enjoy each other?'
'Go fuck yourself!' she growled,
'You little bitch!' Lenny's eyes narrowed. He reached hand and Claire closed eyes waiting for the hit. Suddenly, she felt herself free.
'What the…' Lenny's words had cut off and she opened her eyes just to see him, pinned to the wall of the closest building.
'Who are you?' Peter grunted out and Claire turned around to see him reached one hand as if he tried to choke Lenny.
'Peter…' She froze.
'How do you want him Claire?' Peter narrowed his eyes towards Lenny.
'Peter don't!' She grabbed his arm. 'I don't want you to kill him! You're not a killer, please!'
'How would you know that?' Peter asked quietly and Claire stared at him.
'Peter…'
'He touched you!'
'He didn't do anything!'
Lenny chocked and grabbed his throat. Peter shook his free hand and Claire saw blue lightning. He was going to kill him. Lenny was one dead man if she did not do something.
'Peter! Peter look at me!' He did and Claire got scared. His eyes were ice cold. She touched his face. 'You're not a killer! You're not like him!'
'Claire…' Now she was almost sure that she could convince him. His eyes changed. When she touched his face again, he pulled down his hand and Lenny fell on the ground, coughing. 'Don't ever touch her!' Peter said and walked to him. He bent over his lying body and his eyes narrowed. 'Do you understand me? Next time, I'll kill you!'
Lenny just nodded. His eyes widened and Peter already knew that Lenny was not a threat anymore. Lenny closed his eyes just for one moment and when he opened them, Peter and Claire were already gone. He stood up and looked around with confusion.
They landed at the window of their apartment. Peter had not spoken through entire flight to here. He was thoughtful and Claire felt that the anger was still alive in him.
'Peter talk to me!' Claire asked when they were already in their living room.
'I don't want to talk!' He snapped and threw his coat onto the near chair. 'Leave me alone for some time, okay?'
'No!' She snapped and her student bag fell on the floor with thud sound.
'No?'
'I'm not leaving you like this!' She walked close to him.
'Claire!' His eyes narrowed.
'No!' She reached to touch him, but Peter grabbed her wrists.
'Stop!'
'You won't hurt me!' She said and looked at him with love. He needed that right now and she was going to give him all of her love.
'I can hurt you!' He hissed, but did not pull back.
'But you can't!'
'Claire…' now his voice was throaty.
'Kiss me.' She said, licking her lips.
'What?'
'Kiss me and you will see that I…'
He kissed her hungrily. The grip around her wrists loosened and Claire could wrap her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer and he grabbed her wais and made her walk backwards until her legs did not hit the bed. Claire fell back and pulled him over her. Peter hovered over her body and his lips slipped down on her neck, kissing and sucking one sensitive spot. Her body arched towards his and Peter smiled.
'You're mine?'
'Yours…' Then his lips attacked hers again.
She helped him to take of his shirt and he helped her with her clothes. She was all ready for him. He thrust into her with one quick move. She grabbed his head and looked into his eyes.
'Trust me…' Claire panted, feeling his moves inside of her.
'What?'
'Trust me, Peter!'
'I…'
'I love you…' They both reached the peak in that moment.
That was the first time Claire had scared for him. She knew that it would not be the last. He had to trust her and she would take care for that.