I grabbed the one hanging off the oven door, playing along with the diversion I was positive he’d created for me.
“I’m going to bed,” I announced, once I’d handed Kill the towel, and like a coward, ran up the stairs, yelling my goodnights as I went.
In my room, I changed into my jammies and crawled under the covers, turning the TV on while waiting for D to go to bed so Kill could sneak in.
Footsteps stopped in front of my door, and I held my breath. There was a light knock, and I wished them away, knowing it would be D. I stayed as quiet as possible, until D walked away, and then let out my breath in a silent whoosh.
Plugging in my headphones, I let the harsh beat of Halestorm penetrate my head. The music overpowered all of the thoughts swirling around, as it always did.
Kill came in later, and slipped under the covers. He pulled me close and kissed me gently on the top of my head. I took out my earbuds and shut off my iPod, snuggling further onto his chest.
“We need to talk to D. He's worried about what will happen if we get together, and I mess things up,” he said into my hair.
My eyes popped open, and I was met with the inky darkness of my room. “Okay,” I responded, knowing it needed to be done. Kill let out a rush of air, sounding relieved.