Bleeding Heart

By: Alannah Carbonneau


“I didn’t want to talk to you.” I said quietly.

“Why?”

“I was - I am angry with you?”

He settled back into the couch. “Why?”

My brow furrowed. “Calix,” My hands shook in my lap as I tried to steady their shaking. “How can you ask that question?”

“We were getting somewhere, Nova, before I told you why I took you.” Calix shrugged and I cut him off.

“No, we were getting somewhere when you dangled the possibility of contacting my family over me.”

“I told you I would allow you to contact them once we were married.” Calix growled, his eyes and voice were tense. “If you insist on pressing this, you won’t be contacting them at all.”

I sealed my lips. Obviously, Calix wasn’t in the mood for my talking back to him. I didn’t want to anger him further than he was. Honestly, I was tired. I had slept the day away and after only an hour of this with Calix, I felt as though I could easily sleep another twelve hours.

“I’m tired.” I whispered. “Can I please go back to bed?”

“No.”

My eyes flickered up to look into his hard face. “Please, Calix.”

“I said no.”

I sighed. “What do you want from me right now?”

“I want you to tell me why you refused my calls.”

“I already told you.”

“No, you didn’t.” He shook his head. “Tell me the truth, Nova.”

“I didn’t want to talk about my father over the phone.” I cried, pressing my fingers into my temples. “I didn’t want to finish our conversation over the fucking phone!”

He reached out to catch my chin in his hands. “Language, Nova. It’s improper for a woman to speak in such a way.”

I sniffled. “Can I please go to sleep now?”

“No.” He swiped the pad of his thumb over my lip and my breath hitched as wariness flooded my body. I couldn’t handle this right now. If he kissed me - if he forced me to attend to my wifely duties of welcoming him home - I would die.

“Calix,”

He dropped his hand. “Go put a swimsuit on.”

I blinked, stunned. Making sure it was night and I hadn’t been delusional in making up the color of the sky, I glanced toward the patio. “It’s, it’s night time.”

“I’m aware what time it is, love.” Calix said sternly. “Go put a swim suit on.”

“But,”

“If you would rather swim naked,”

I stood in a hurry. “I’ll get changed.”

“Yes,” He nodded. “I thought you would.”

Escaping the chill of his blue eyes, I closed the bathroom door. I’d been swimming almost every day since Calix had been gone, so I knew I had an abundant collection of swimming suits to choose from. Sadly, none of them were one piece suits. I’d never been one to wear two piece suits, which was peculiar because the closet Calix had filled for me was almost entirely lined with clothing I would have chosen for myself. Apart from the section of flashy lingerie and bathing suits, there wasn’t a thing in the closet I would find uncomfortable to wear.

Plucking a soft pink bikini and matching bottoms from the drawer, I quickly changed from my clothing into the bathing suit. Tying the pool wrap around my waist, I exited the closet to find Calix leaning against the vanity with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Are you ready?” He asked gruffly, his eyes sweeping over my body.

I nodded. “Yes.”

I watched Calix grab another towel from the closet before turning to me. “You’ll need shoes.”

“For what?” I frowned. “I never wear shoes to the pool.”

“We’re not going swimming in the pool, Nova.” Calix informed. “Get some shoes on.”

I sputtered. “Where are we going swimming?”

Calix looked at me with concern before answering. “The lake, love.”

“But,” I pointed to the bathroom door. “It’s dark outside.”

“The moon is bright and the sky is clear. There will be enough light.” He snapped his fingers as he pointed to the closet. “Do I have to tell you again to put a pair of shoes on, Nova?”

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