hands and then rinse my mouth with mouthwash on the counter.
Running my fingers through my hair I try and make it not look as though I didn’t sleep like the dead last night.
Which I did. For the first night since I found out about Mom, I really slept.
Bones… In the woods. Gone…
“I’ll help you find your m ama.”
I pull open the door, trying to leave those thoughts behind. Colt’s in his bed when I get there, one arm flung over his face and the blanket up to his waist. He opens the eye that isn’t covered, looks at me and then closes it again.
I stand there, not sure what to do. That isn’t like me and I don’t like it, but I don’t even understand the space we’re in right now, so I’m not sure how to navigate it.
“I don’t bite…well, unless you want me to.” Part of his mouth quirks up. “I already told you how much women like my mouth—”
“Stop! I swear you’re so disgusting.” But I still walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. I let a deep breath out, suck another one in. It’s the only sound in the room, but I feel the burn of his eyes on me. “Thanks…I…”
Colt sighs. “Don’t. You don’t have to say thanks.”
“You took care of me.”
“So?”
I turn to him, almost needing to look away again because it’s so much harder this way. “For most of my life I’ve never been able to count on anyone. Even when I could, I hated it. I mean, really depend on someone. Not pretend to or play it off. You saw me at my worst…the part of me I hate and I don’t want anyone else to see, but you were there. That means something to me.”
“If that was your worst, you’re good. You’ll be okay, Chey. I don’t doubt that for a second.”
I don’t know why his words make me want to smile. Still, I can’t make myself do it. “You called me Chey…”
“Eh. I had a rough night. I don’t feel like fending off an attack this morning if I called you princess.”
I take him in, the blond hair that always looks like he ran his fingers through it. Those tattoos and the hard edges of his face only softened by the dimples. When I look at him, I see control. I don’t know why because I don’t really have it with him. We fight like crazy, but somehow I feel safe and like I have some kind of power I never knew I was missing.
“There w ere only a few people in the yard. Fucking potheads and people too drunk to know what the hell was really going on. Adrian talked to them though. I doubt you’ll have to worry about people giving you shit.”
In this moment I’m not thinking about last night. I don’t care who saw or what happened. All I can concentrate on are the curve of his lips. The muscles in his abs and how they ripple.
“Shit,” he lifts his hand and I’m surprised when he touches my hair. “You’re really trying to kill me aren’t you? You’re eating me alive with your eyes.” Then, he pulls me to him, his tongue gently probing my mouth. I open up and let his lips wipe away any residue of thoughts besides Colt and what he’s doing to me.
“Come here,” he says against my mouth and then he’s kissing me again. I climb over and straddle his waist. Colt’s hand wea ves through my hair and rests on the back of my head, deepening our kiss. I feel his erection which makes the pressure inside me build.
His other hand slides up the back of my shirt and even though I know it’s wrong and it’s not the
Running my fingers through my hair I try and make it not look as though I didn’t sleep like the dead last night.
Which I did. For the first night since I found out about Mom, I really slept.
Bones… In the woods. Gone…
“I’ll help you find your m ama.”
I pull open the door, trying to leave those thoughts behind. Colt’s in his bed when I get there, one arm flung over his face and the blanket up to his waist. He opens the eye that isn’t covered, looks at me and then closes it again.
I stand there, not sure what to do. That isn’t like me and I don’t like it, but I don’t even understand the space we’re in right now, so I’m not sure how to navigate it.
“I don’t bite…well, unless you want me to.” Part of his mouth quirks up. “I already told you how much women like my mouth—”
“Stop! I swear you’re so disgusting.” But I still walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. I let a deep breath out, suck another one in. It’s the only sound in the room, but I feel the burn of his eyes on me. “Thanks…I…”
Colt sighs. “Don’t. You don’t have to say thanks.”
“You took care of me.”
“So?”
I turn to him, almost needing to look away again because it’s so much harder this way. “For most of my life I’ve never been able to count on anyone. Even when I could, I hated it. I mean, really depend on someone. Not pretend to or play it off. You saw me at my worst…the part of me I hate and I don’t want anyone else to see, but you were there. That means something to me.”
“If that was your worst, you’re good. You’ll be okay, Chey. I don’t doubt that for a second.”
I don’t know why his words make me want to smile. Still, I can’t make myself do it. “You called me Chey…”
“Eh. I had a rough night. I don’t feel like fending off an attack this morning if I called you princess.”
I take him in, the blond hair that always looks like he ran his fingers through it. Those tattoos and the hard edges of his face only softened by the dimples. When I look at him, I see control. I don’t know why because I don’t really have it with him. We fight like crazy, but somehow I feel safe and like I have some kind of power I never knew I was missing.
“There w ere only a few people in the yard. Fucking potheads and people too drunk to know what the hell was really going on. Adrian talked to them though. I doubt you’ll have to worry about people giving you shit.”
In this moment I’m not thinking about last night. I don’t care who saw or what happened. All I can concentrate on are the curve of his lips. The muscles in his abs and how they ripple.
“Shit,” he lifts his hand and I’m surprised when he touches my hair. “You’re really trying to kill me aren’t you? You’re eating me alive with your eyes.” Then, he pulls me to him, his tongue gently probing my mouth. I open up and let his lips wipe away any residue of thoughts besides Colt and what he’s doing to me.
“Come here,” he says against my mouth and then he’s kissing me again. I climb over and straddle his waist. Colt’s hand wea ves through my hair and rests on the back of my head, deepening our kiss. I feel his erection which makes the pressure inside me build.
His other hand slides up the back of my shirt and even though I know it’s wrong and it’s not the
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