With the candles burning around us, Elliot welcomed me into the familiar warmth of the cabin that had become one of my favorite places to pass the time.
Inside the walls of Elliot’s cabin, I left my family obligations and fears at the door, a weightless feeling coursing through my veins, my heart constantly thudding around the lanky boy who made me smile like it was going out of fashion, ever since I first started talking to him on the Snapsex app.
I explained the full story to Elliot, his jaw tense and his gaze pensive as I recounted the events that took place at the dinner table, which until I told him, Elliot had been completely oblivious to.
“I was just so sick of listening to them and the way they talked down to you to make themselves feel better.”
My voice was still shaky as Elliot and I sat on the floor, his arms wrapped around me, my head on his shoulder.
“I’m an employee. Your family knows where I sit on the societal structure. They are a totally different caliber to me.” His voice was low, a sadness behind his words.
“No,” I stopped him. “Don’t say that. Don’t even think it! Money doesn’t measure someone’s worth.” I softened my voice, taking Elliot’s hand in mine. “You are so much more than what you believe yourself to be.”
“Am I?” His pupils dilated and I could feel his hand becoming clammy. The sensation of his skin touching mine sent sparks of electricity through my body. I could only nod in response.
Elliot Black had eyes that stared into my soul like he could see everything I had never been able to express. He was able to calm me, excite me, and completely overwhelm me with the blue oceans I was constantly lost in, in his eyes. “Your Dad will forgive you, Ava. Don’t worry too much.” Without me expressing that potent fear that was beginning to knot me inside, he was able to quell the fire inside of me before it began with the calm steadiness of his voice.
“That doesn’t matter right now. I— I’ll figure it out. Tomorrow.” I tried to think positively, cuddling closer into him.
“You don’t have to do it alone.” He whispered down to my ear, his breath on my neck almost too much to handle.
“I’m not alone though, am I?” I craned my neck up to see his smile, and my insides turned to jelly.
Elliot Black had the kindest soul, filled with passion and the empathy that transcends from times of pain and heartache.
He never once made me feel small, a feeling I had become accustomed to with my family. I was taught to look small, act small, and believe I was small, so I could be towered over by my family who lived by their traditionalist rules.