I push my hallway door open and pause on my steps towards my door, Nova was sleeping against her door with her jacket over her shoulders and legs. I look out the window of the hallway and see it is snowing, she told me she had a hotel. I look between her and my door, I push my key inside and push my door open before throwing my gym bag inside.

I walk back out and crouch down, I lift her up with one arm and grab the rest of her things in the other. She did not wake up at all, guess it was because of how tired she is.

I am not used to living with someone else, I grew up with a four-wall bedroom alone.

I am not used to company, let alone a girl.

When I saw her half naked in my kitchen-my dick hardened. I had to leave before she could see it, but fuck she looked good in my clothes.

I rest her on my bed, I pull her shoes off and toss them to the side. She has been wearing the same clothes for four days straight, I pull my draw open and take out an oversized t-shirt. How am I supposed to get her to change without waking her up?

I put the clothes on the edge of the bed and nudge her, she does not wake. Only her snores were responding.

I rub the back of my head, "Nova." I nudge her again; I crouch down and push her shoulders. All I got was a push from her hands that slapped itself against my face, she turns to the other side.

I shake my head and pull her shirt over her head. I look away grabbing my oversized shirt and putting it over her hair before pulling it down. I take her hands in mid and put them through the holes, once the shirt was on right-I pull down her trousers and set her dirty clothes to the side.

Nova groans and spread out onto the bed like a starfish, I bring the covers and cover her with it before taking her clothes and leaving the bedroom.

I throw her clothes into the washing machine and lean against my counter; my hands rub down my face. What on earth-I scare the neighbours away-not invite them to sleepover in my bedroom.

But Nova...god damn Nova.

I remember her, I remember her well.

I hear faffing about from the bedroom, I raise a brow and slowly walk inside to see Nova leaning against the headboard of the bed. Her knees close to her chest as she rocks back and forth, her teeth chewing her nail. I slowly walk in, but her eyes widen, "don't...don't come near me."

"Okay, I'm standing right here." I whisper, holding my hands out.

"I tried..." She mumbles.

"What did you try Nova?" Her brown does eyes lock with mine, her lips quiver. She is not awake, she is dreaming. She is in shock.

"I tried to help the little boy," everything in me stilled.

"I'm going to come closer-" I warn her.

"No! No! Stay away-" I step back and raise my hands as a surrender. "I killed him, he-he's dead because of me. All he did was give me my ball back," she broke down.

My jaw tenses as I make my way towards her, she shakes her head and tries to fight me to stay away from her. I get into the bed and push her head against my chest. She heard my heartbeat and slowly settled down.

She sobbed into my chest for a good ten minutes before falling back to sleep, I look down at her and brush her cheeks with my thumb. Then I look at my hands...

It stung; it stung so bad that the pain did not even hurt anymore. I was frozen, tears streaming down my eyes. My dad slices my hands once more with the knife until all I see is blood, I begged him to stop. I begged him to stop hurting his ten-year-old son. But he did not.

He said - this is your punishment.

I only wanted to give her-her ball back, I heard her crying for it when her mum dragged her away from our porch. I only wanted to hear her laughs again, the laughs I hear when she is playing with her butterfly catcher in the garden. I grew up alone, alone and in my bedroom.

"Go to your room, no dinner for a week! You know the rules young boy." I glance at Leo; fear ignites into his eyes. I rush past him, blood leaking on the floors as I reach my bedroom, I close my door shut and cry. I cry silently, knowing if I made a noise my father would beat me. I walk up to the window and see Nova sitting on the top of the slide.

She waves at me, and for a moment. I forgot about my bloody hands, and wave back.

Her eyes snatch to the kitchen, she jumps of and runs.

Did I scare her?

Nova come back...come back...

I look back down at my hands, grab the stitches and bandages that I kept underneath my desk. I wash my hands in the sink of my bathroom, crying from the pain.

Leo walks in my bedroom, "why?"

"She was crying..."

"So, what! You know the rules, you know dad does not let you leave the house under any circumstances. You could have told me; I would have gotten it for her..." I know why.

I know why...he is protecting me. He does not want me to get hurt-yet he is doing the hurting.

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I suck in my bottom lip as Nova slowly goes down body, her hands gliding across my stomach before reaching the lining of my underwear. My hands grab her jaw, warning her not to go down any further. She bites her lips, teasing me before taking out my cock into her small hands.

My fist wrap her curls around my hands, her thumb grazes the tip before her tongue slowly licks it. Then, she pushes it into her mouth. Only halfway. I wanted to take control, I wanted to push her head all the way down. I wanted nothing more than to fuck that pretty mouth of hers.

"Nova..." I whisper her name.

"So, you do know my name," my eyes open widely, I look up and see Nova leaning against my doorframe with a bowl of cereal in her hands. A smirk crossing her glim mouth, I look around and see me sitting up on the bed. Fuck I must have fallen asleep. "Found the bowls by the way."

"Good for you."

"What were you dreaming about?" I slide of the bed, and glance at her. Fuck. Fuck she looks good. Her wearing my oversized shirt, that was three times bigger than her small figure. She walks in closer to me, I pull my draw open to grab myself a towel.

She leans on the draw with her elbows.

"Answer me Alexander," she whispers sucking the spoon before taking it out of her mouth.

"I was dreaming about you sucking my dick." I speak, walking into the bathroom. I know I left her flushed; she gets red over anything. I lock the door behind me before she could come in, turn on the shower to the coldest setting before sliding my shirt and the rest of my clothes off.

I had to do it, so I close my eyes and place one hand on the wall before using the other to hold my cock. Just her, I imagined. I pumped harder and faster, picturing her hands wrapping around it. My abdominal muscles tighten, my head drops back, and I am out in seconds. I cum.

Is that it? I only lasted three minutes. I am never that short.

After showering, I exit the bathroom and change into a black shirt and pair of joggers. The towel around my shoulders.

I exit my room and see Nova sitting on the island counter studying, she seemed frustrated. The way her fingers grabbed her hair and wanted nothing more than to pull it out.

I open the fridge and take out the milk, making myself a quick cereal before I head to the gym. Nova looks up at me and then right back down, her cheeks turning red. I take a spoon from the draw; she looks back up at me. "What?" I ask her.

"One question? Just one question please Alex." She begs.

"Alexander." I correct her.

"Please Alexander." I look between her and the books, the papers looked like they were on its last life.

"I have things to do, Natasha."

"Like what? Imagining me sucking your dick." I could tell she did not mean to let that slip through, the way her hands hog her mouth.

"Exactly that." I place the bowl into the sink and walk towards the cupboard to take my gym bag.

"It's never going to happen!" I hear her yell.

"We'll see about that." I whisper.