As in, I wasn’t in Pennsylvania. We didn’t have mountains scraping the sky anywhere near Reed Security. And it definitely wasn’t this fucking cold in Pennsylvania right now.
“Where the fuck am I?”
I briefly considered going back inside to ask the woman. After all, what was I going to do? Just wander around?
It wasn’t the worst idea in the world. After all, I was a survivalist. But as my eyes scanned the land around us, the onething that was very clear was that there wasn’t a single house or sign of town in any direction. The only thing giving me a sign of where to go was the very long, winding road.
Walking back inside, I shut the door and froze when the woman from the bedroom stumbled out, stubbing her toe on a chair. Cursing under her breath, she shoved the long brown locks out of her face, and I finally saw her for the first time.
My breath caught in my chest at how fucking beautiful she was.
I mean, aside from the streaks of mascara smudged under her eyes.
That tousle of long brown hair accentuated her sharp cheekbones and pert nose. And those lips. Fuck, they were gorgeous. Thick and luscious with a natural red luster to them.
I woke up in this woman’s bed. Probably had my lips on hers and other various parts of her curvy body.
And I didn’t remember a damn second of it.
“Holy shit,” I murmured just loud enough that it caught her attention. Her eyes shot up to meet mine, and shock quickly turned into disgust.
“Are you wearing my coat?”
Glancing down at the teal sleeves, I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Uh…yeah.”
It took her a moment, but she finally shook her head and charged forward, stopping just inches from me. Somewhere in the massive mess of her house, she had snagged a poker and was wielding it like a weapon. My hands immediately shot up in defense, hoping she didn’t try to kill me.
“Who are you and what are you doing here? And why are you wearing my coat?”
“Whoa, just hold on a minute?—”
She stabbed the poker at me, forcing me to back up a step. “What kind of psycho breaks into a woman’s house and steals her coat? It doesn’t even fit you!”
“I didn’t break in!”
“Well, I certainly didn’t let you in!”
“Actually—”
She charged me, jabbing the poker right at my chest. Sidestepping her, I grabbed the metal and yanked it out of her hands, holding it out of her reach.
“Just calm down?—”
Screaming like a banshee, she attacked, taking me completely by surprise. Her shoulder slammed into my stomach, and I stumbled back over a footstool covered in a mound of clothes.
My back slammed into the floor, quickly followed by the woman falling on top of me, still screaming, but now beating me with her fists. I didn’t dare let go of the poker, but I had to contain the little firecracker before she did some real damage.
Grabbing one fist, I tried to pull her to me, but her other hand flew at me, slamming hard into my face. My head jerked to the side, but before I could recover, she hit me again, twice as hard this time.
“Fucking hell! Stop beating me!”
That only earned me another fist to the face. Dropping the poker, I rolled us and grabbed her other wrist, pinning them above her head as my body straddled hers.
“Get off me! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”
I should have expected it. She was fighting me so hard that it was inevitable she would use her knee in such a way. Yet, still, somehow I missed the crushing blow until it was too late.
Sucking in a ragged breath, pain shot up through my groin, filling my stomach with nausea until I thought I would pass out.She shoved me off her, then picked up the poker and slammed it into my arm, beating the hell out of me.