Spark of desire

RYAN

"Where’s Violet?” I asked, leaning out of my car window, my gaze locked onto Ashley.

School was over, and I hadn’t seen her anywhere. Violet could insist all she wanted that she could go home alone, but I wasn’t buying it today. If I had to hunt her down and haul her into the car myself, then so be it.

“She texted me to say she went home. Said she wasn’t feeling well,” Ashley replied, looking slightly uncomfortable

Instantly, my frustration faded, replaced by a sharp stab of worry. Violet? Sick? She had seemed perfectly fine at breakfast, so what had changed?

Before Ashley could offer any more details, I flicked the ignition, revved the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles pale as worry clawed its way up my throat.

Was it her migraines? Those had been bad in the past, but she hadn’t had one in a while. Or maybe a stomach issue? What if she’d fainted? My mind spiraled with possibilities, each one worse than the last.

Maybe I should’ve stuck around to hear more, to get every detail from Ashley. But the look on her face hadn’t exactly screamed emergency... had it? I tried to let that thought settle, to calm the storm in my chest, but it wasn’t helping. Not when each second felt like it stretched on forever as I sped through the streets toward home.

As I drove, doubt gnawed at me. Maybe I’d made a mistake by rushing off without all the information. The worry twisted into frustration. I finally gave in, grabbing my phone and dialing Ashley as I wove through traffic. She picked up on the first ring.

“What's wrong exactly with Violet?” I asked, not even trying to mask the edge in my voice.

A slight pause. I could practically hear her hesitation before she answered. “Uhm… it’s just her period cramps,” she said slowly. “She gets them really bad, especially on the first day. They’re not like regular cramps… it’s always a lot worse for her.”

A hard knot formed in my throat. If Violet had gone home because of them,then…

“Alright. Thanks for letting me know,” I muttered before hanging up.

When I finally pulled into the driveway, I didn’t even bother parking properly. The second the engine was off, I was out of the car, practically running up the stairs and through the front door. I dropped my bag at the living room and headed straight for her room.

At her door, I hesitated for just a second, raising my hand to knock. I’d never actually seen her in this state—Violet usually did a good job of hiding any pain she was in, like she didn’t want anyone to worry. But that only made the tight feeling in my chest worse.

I rapped my knuckles lightly against her door. "Violet? It’s me."

A faint, muffled sound came from the other side. I couldn’t tell if she’d answered or if it was just a groan of pain. My jaw clenched.

“Vi? Are you… okay?” I tried, hating the stupid question the second it left my mouth. Of course she wasn’t okay if she was curled up in here, dealing with the kind of pain she usually shrugged off without a second thought.

No response

I waited for another beat, listening hard for any sign she might answer. But nothing—just silence.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, I swung the door open.

The sight of her hit me like a punch to the gut. Violet was curled up tightly on her bed, her body tucked into a near-fetal position, clutching a pillow against her stomach. Her face was pale, with faint lines of strain marring her usually calm expression. She lay still, her breaths shallow, and her eyes squeezed shut. Every few seconds, her jaw would clench as another wave of pain seemed to ripple through her.

Seeing her hurting, twisted something deep inside me. Her fingers dug into the pillow as if it were her only lifeline, and she barely seemed aware that I was even there.

I stepped closer, trying to keep my voice soft. "Violet?"

Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t fully open them. It took a moment, but finally, she peeked up at me, a flicker of surprise mixing with the obvious discomfort etched across her face

“Ryan?” She whispered

I closed the distance between us until I was barely an inch from her bed, eyeing her with concern. “How’re you feeling?”

“A little better.” she mumbled

“Did you take anything for the pain?” I asked further

“Yes”.

If they’d done any good, she wouldn’t still be curled up in pain like this. My mom often had brutal cramps like this back then but my dad had a few remedies he’d always turn to, and maybe—just maybe—it could help Violet too but would she even want my help? Given how she's been avoiding me these past days.

But a sharp, pained wince from her made the decision for me. I wasn’t going to just stand here and do nothing.

I headed to her bathroom, scanning through the shelves until I found some lavender oil. That should help relax her muscles. Grabbing it, I returned to her side

“Let me help.” I offered. “Turn over?”

“Huh?” She looked at me, surprised, her brows knitting in faint confusion.

I settled myself on the bed beside her, moving the pillow from her stomach. “Trust me,” I said gently, my gaze steady on hers.

A flicker of hesitation passed over her face, but her exhaustion won out, and she gave me a small nod, letting me lift her shirt just enough to reveal her lower stomach. I warmed a few drops of the oil between my hands, then pressed my palms gently against her abdomen, starting in light, soothing circles.

Her shoulders tensed slightly at the initial touch, a subtle shiver running through her frame. But as I continued, working into a more targeted kneading, I felt her muscles start to relax under my hands. She let out a quiet, shaky sigh, her breathing slowing as the tension began to melt away.

“Do you feel better?” I asked softly, my voice somehow rougher than I’d intended.

She nodded, her eyelids fluttering, a faint murmur slipping from her lips. “Yes…”

I couldn’t stop my gaze from drifting over her face as she relaxed.
She’s perfect. Perfect everything. Her face is insane. Faces shouldn’t look like that. Bright, honey-colored eyes and skin like dusk. Her hair is so brown it’s nearly black. Her lashes lay dark against her cheeks, her breathing deepening into a slow, steady rhythm.
Her lips parted slightly as she sighed again, and it was like a spark ignited in the pit of my stomach. I’d never noticed details like this on anyone before, but here I was, studying every line of her face, every gentle curve.

I cleared my throat, trying to refocus on the task, but when I glanced up again, she was watching me. Her expression was drowsy, her gaze tracing over my face with an almost curious intensity. Our eyes locked, and it was like the air between us shifted, thickening with something unspoken.

Memories of the prom night, the feel of her lips against mine, flooded my mind, intensifying the heat building in my chest.

Her lips parted slightly, and her tongue swept over them in a quick, unconscious movement that made my thoughts spiral.

My hands stilled, fingers curling slightly as I fought to keep myself grounded. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, and I was achingly aware of the tension coiling between us. Her breathing turned uneven again,how much uneven would it be if those full, pink lips wrapped around the head of my cock, that soft pink tongue licking up and down my length while she stared up at me with her big blue eyes…

My erection strained against my zipper. I'm so fucked.
She was here in pain, and here I was, struggling against my own very different, very distracting feelings.

Taking a steadying breath, I forced my hands to relax, the massage returning to gentle, comforting strokes. Her brow had smoothed out and it was obvious the pain eased. I felt a bit of the tightness in my chest start to loosen as well.

“You should be good for now,” I said, my voice husky as I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure.

She murmured a soft thanks,her eyes fluttering shut as I stood up and backed out of the room.

What the hell was happening to me?

The second I got back to my room, I headed straight to the bathroom, hoping a cold shower would clear my head. Normally, I could call up any woman to help take care of the situation underneath me , but the idea of anyone that's not Violet doing it only made my stomach churn.

After the shower, I changed into a pair of sweatpants and collapsed onto my bed, hoping exhaustion would take over and let me forget this mess. "It’s just a normal reaction," I muttered to myself. "It’ll pass like it always does."

But every time I closed my eyes, my mind spun right back. Violet—curled up in pain. Her soft breaths Violet sick in bed…the way she looked at me and the damn erection that won't ease.