My stomach flipped wildly, and my thighs burned with need. Kill rolled over and arranged me next to him, keeping me close.
“I’m just waiting for you to catch up. For a smart girl, you're kind of slow.”
“What if you get tired of waiting?” I asked quietly.
“Never. Now go to sleep, Slick.”
After a while, his body relaxed and his breathing deepened before evening out. I moved out from under his arms. He protested in his sleep, and it took some finagling to untangle myself from him.
I leaned against the headboard and watched him while he slept, staying up for hours thinking about everything he’d done for me since the moment I’d walked into his life with my arms colored by bruises.
I smiled at the memory of how vulnerable he’d seemed when he started sleeping in my room, and telling me it was the best sleep he'd ever had. I knew what I needed to do; I just had to find the courage to do it. I glanced down at Kill and hoped I wasn't too late.
My eyes drooped, and I snuggled back down into his arms. I’d just drifted off when I felt Kill stir next to me. Pretending to be asleep, I evened out my breath, not wanting him to know I’d been staring at him like an obsessive stalker while he slept.
He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead before climbing out of bed. “Sleep well, Slick. Please, come to your senses. I need you.”
He walked out of the room as tears seeped from my closed eyes. I was wide awake as soon as I heard the door click shut, begging the ceiling for answers as to what I should do.
My eyes grew heavy, and surprisingly, I fell asleep again. I was brought back to consciousness when Kill whispered my name. My eyes fluttered open, and I was met by Kill’s blue ones.
“Hey, you slept in. You need to get up, or you're going to be late for school.”
His expression changed to worry, and I knew I looked awful since I was running on only a couple hours of sleep. “Are you feeling okay?”
He placed his hand on my forehead, as if checking to see if I were running a fever. I nodded and yawned, stretching my arms over my head. Kill groaned, his eyes on the girls while my arms were raised high above me. My shirt was taut over them, displaying them like trophies.
“I didn’t sleep very well last night.”
“Huh?” he asked. His eyes were still plastered to my chest.
I laughed, making them jiggle for his enjoyment. “Hey, Killer, eyes up here.”
His eyes slowly moved up to meet mine. I sucked in a shallow breath when I saw the desire drenched on his face. My eyes dipped to his mouth, and I bit my bottom lip, pulling it through my teeth. He followed the movement, and I had to hold back a moan from the lust he’d elicited.
He bent down, still focused on my lips. My whole body was on fire, and all I wanted was for him to kiss me again. Right before he touched my lips, he stopped.
“I have to go, and you need to get ready for school.” He rose and exited the room.
My breath was erratic, my emotions swirling around in a confused mess. Knowing I wasn’t going to get my answers from lying in bed all day, I got up and went to school.
After classes, I didn’t bother reading the letter on my windshield. My mind was too busy trying to figure out what to do about Kill. Trent found me after I shoved it into my bag.
“What the hell?” Trent asked, when I explained I hadn’t looked at it.
My head snapped up. Trent’s face was furious, and for the first time that day my mind had drifted away from Kill.
“Why are you yelling at me?” I asked, wondering if I’d missed something while my brain was in Kill-la-la land.
He ran his hands over his face before reaching out to grab my shoulders. I cringed at his touch, and my body shook as flashbacks of Jason ripped through my head.
“Trent, let go of me.”
This seemed to pull Trent out of his rage. “I’m sorry, Faith,” he replied, letting go of my shoulders and running his hands down my arms. “I'm just worried about you. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, but I am worried,” he finished lamely.
I placed my best fake smile on my face. “I know you're worried, and I appreciate your friendship. I just can’t deal with Jason’s threats today; that’s all. I'm fine though.”
“Let me make it up to you. Can I take you out to coffee?” he asked.