The past few days had been a whirlwind.

What had originally started as a vacation with your father, Chester and your stepmother Colette (who was entirely too close to your age for your liking.) Had developed into you and your family fleeing to Crete with the help of your ‘tour guide’ Rydal.

Your father had killed someone, and was entirely involved in something you had no idea about. He was already on edge, of course he had always had a sort of edge to him. The strands of your frayed relationship were only growing thinner.

The developing attraction between you and Rydal was only worsening it, but you had no one to turn to. Your entire world had seemingly been shattered over night and you had no idea how to cope.

Maybe that was why you ended up outside the door of his room at the shady Crete hotel you were staying at.

He had been sitting at his desk, smoking a cigarette and listening to the radio when he head the knock.

“Come in” He called.

“It’s me…” Your voice pulled through the door, causing his head to perk a bit. He switched off the radio and pressed his cigarette into the ashtray.

“One second-“ he called back, slipping his short sleeve button down over his white tank top, leaving it open as he opened the door, taking in your expression “Hi…” he greeted