Welcome the darkness
Carley
The sun on my skin feels amazing, my light skin soaking up the vitamin D like a greedy and starved animal, which isn’t so far off the mark as I hardly ever get to see the sunlight, with waking up before the sun has a chance to shine on the horizon to work at the bakery across from my school and only coming home after dark, working at the dinner as a waitress every day after school to pay the bills for my shitty apartment and school fees that cost more than my apartment and food combined.
A shadow falls over me and I can’t help but smile, knowing that Tristan probably has that worried look on his face, where his dark eyebrows are pinched together, and his lips are thinned. “Are you going to stand there all day, Mr. Grey?” I asked him with a small smile. My eyes were still closed even though he was standing over me, protecting my eyes from the worst of the sunlight.
“Are you going to get off the deck and come join me in the shade where the sun can’t harm your delicate skin?” He asks, his voice rough. My smile grows. Where I might hate my milk white skin, Tristan loves it, has told me a few times how he loves that I am the light to his dark, his complete opposite.
“No, I think I am going to stay here for a while still.” I tell him, trying to sound unaffected by him, but thing is, even after months of dating the bad boy of Jackson High, the school named after Tristan’s great-great grandfather and founder of our little town, I still get hot and bothered every time he is within my line of sight. With his black hair and light blue eyes, his tall lean body that is packed with muscles, he is every girl’s wet dream and the worst heartbreak.
“Then I guess I will be standing here until you change your mind.” he said. I can just imagine him spreading his legs wider, trying to get comfortable. I know he will do exactly what he said, stand there until I am ready to get up. I want to tease him, but a bigger part wants to please him, because the reward of pleasing Tristan Grey means unlimited orgasms and that is something I have become addicted to since catching the eye of the untameable bad boy.
I finally open my eyes and look up at him, blinking my eyes against the bright sun. “There she is.” He says, bending down and placing a soft kiss on my head. Out of all the ways that Tristan has kissed me, and there has been plenty of kissing going on, the kiss on the forehead is my favourite. When he gives me that soft smile after the kiss, my heart melts for him all over again. I know it is silly, falling for the bad boy, thinking I might be the one to tame him, but I can’t stop my heart from skipping a beat when I feel his skin against mine. I wish that this would last, that our summer break would never end, that we would never get off this luxurious yacht, because deep in my bones, I know the second we step foot in our little coastal town, this will all become a memory, something I will always look back on and mourn, but never regret. Tristan is not mine to keep or to tame. There is no one on this Earth that will ever be able to tame this boy and as much as I know that my heart will soon be shattered, I can’t walk away from him.
“What happens if I step out of the light with you?” I ask him, my heart beating painfully in my chest as I wait for him to answer. He knows just as well as I do that I am not talking about the shade or walking into our cabin. I want to know what he plans on doing with me in the long term, when is he planning on ending this, ruining me.
“You become my everything, Carley. You become my salvation, my queen.” He says. Looking into my eyes and begging me to believe him and I want to, so fucking badly, but who am I to tame the elusive Tristan? I am what most would consider average, with curves that would drive a model to depression. I’m not overweight or anything, but I am not shy to eat a whole bucket of blueberry and cheesecake ice-cream while watching Marley and me. I have sandy blonde hair and dark green eyes with freckles on my nose. There is nothing about me that stands out. I am shy and like to blend in. Tristan can’t help but stand out and be seen. When I asked him why he even looked at me twice, his reply was simple, but it broke any resolve that I might have had. “Looked at you twice? Carley, the moment I saw you, I never looked away.” Still, I find it hard to believe that a nobody like me could ever keep this Greek god of a man entertained for long.
“Are you ready to leave the light, Carley? Are you ready to join the dark side?” Tristan asks me after a moment of silence. I pretend to think about it for a moment, but I already know the answer to that. I would follow him to the deepest pits of Tartarus and burn in the eternal flame until there is nothing left of my body, mind, or soul, because try as I might, there is no stopping my heart from belonging to this boy.
“Lead the way, my devil.” I tell him, placing my hand in his and let him lead me away from the burning sunlight and into the cold clutches of the shadows.
