Her eyes widened, then darted to the floor, avoiding me. “I…I’m sorry…”
“I’ll stay on the couch. I know you aren’t ready to spend the night together, but I don’t want to leave you.”
Jenna leaned over Thor and traced my cheek with her fingertips, lingering in the scruff of my beard. “Thank you. That means a lot to me. But I’m not ready for a sleepover yet, and when I am, I don’t want it to be like this. One day, we’ll have a beautiful evening, and we’ll stay together because we want more. Today, I just want this day to be over.”
“But…”
She covered my lips with her finger. “Go home, Liam. Come back in the morning. We’ll walk Thor, and you can be bored watching me work all day and surprise me with something fun after.”
“Fine,” I said, trying not to pout. “Call if you need me. Or just want company. Anything.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Jenna
“Miss Jenna, may I have a book about self-defense?”
“Of course,” I said to a little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl who resembled a young me.
As I pulled the thick book off the shelf, cold, black eyes filled the void.
Snake Eyes.
“Run!” I yelled to the little girl.
A sinister smile slowly spread across his face.
“But, Miss Jenna, I know self-defense,” the girl said.
“No, run!”
Snake Eyes reached out and grabbed me. Pulled me through the shelves, through the library, where no one could see us or hear us. He tackled me to the ground. Held me down, his penis spearing into me.
I squeezed my eyes closed to escape his soulless stare.
“You’re all grown up now, Jenna. You owe me for waiting so patiently,” Brian’s voice said. My eyes popped open, and it washis blue eyes and his cocky, crooked grin smiling down at me. His penis on me.
“No!”
“Yes. I waited for you. Now you owe me a favor. You owe me.”
“No!”
“Yes, Firefly,” Liam said from on top of me. “You can do it. You’re so brave. So amazing. I know you can do it.”
“No, Liam. Please, no!”
He ground down, his penis hard on me. “Yes, it’s okay, Firefly.”
“No! No!”
“No, no,” I mumbled, thrashing against the body holding me down.
Thor whined and licked my face. “Oh God, Thor.” I wrapped my arms around him. My pajamas and his fur were stuck to my sweat-drenched body and tear-streaked face.
I curled deeper into my bed, pulling Thor with me. I tried to take a deep breath. Any breath actually, but I just gasped, air rasping through my too tight chest. “Thor,” I whimpered, and he whimpered back at me.
I had to get up. Out of bed. Away from the nightmare. But the bookshelves in my living room taunted me. If I pulled a book off the shelf…if Snake Eyes stared back at me. But that wasn’t real.