Page 33 of No, You Hang Up

Before I know it, I twine my arms around his neck and I’m barely aware of anything except moving my mouth to his. My stomach tingles, and I can feel heat between my thighs, but it’s not needy and demanding. It’s just…nice. It’s pleasant, and sweet andenough.

I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. I’ve never kissed someone like this, just to kiss them, just to taste them and explore their mouth the same way Huxley’s doing with me right now.

“I have to tell you something,” he purrs against my lips, but I’m too blissed out to really think about the implication of his words.

“Yeah?” I find a moment between kisses, where both of us take a much-needed breath to huff out the word. I’m disappointed, I think, by the break between kisses caused by words.

I’d much rather still be tasting his lips and every inch of space in between.

Huxley chuckles, and reaches up to brush my hair out of my face. “Don’t pout at me, Kai,” he admonishes, licking over my bottom lip. “It’s not a big deal. Well”—he stops, looking thoughtful—“maybe it is.”

Even that isn’t enough to ring any alarm bells, and I only gaze up at him with my arms still hanging loosely over his shoulders. “What?” I sigh at last, tilting my head to the side. “What could be so important that you need to tell me about it right now?”

It’s probably something stupid as hell.

“Well…” He kisses me again, taking his time. “I need a favor from you, actually.” His teeth nip at my lower lip, as bemusement settles in my head.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, nothing big.” Another kiss, another lick to my bottom lip. Another pause in between words filled with shared breaths and murmured praise from the serial killer above me.

“I just need you to lie to the cops.”

Another kiss.

Another—

“What?!”My eyes snap open, and I find him grinning wolfishly down at me. “What did you?—”

“I need you”—he nuzzles against me, but I jerk back from him—“to lie to the cops.”

“Why? When? I?—”

“Probably in about five or so minutes...” God, he sounds so casual. So fucking normal that it’s unreal. “I used you as an alibi.” He tries to kiss me again, but I dodge him, incredulous and glaring.

“You’re joking.”

“Pretty sure I’m not.”

“What if I don’t?”

He opens his mouth to reply, and I swear I see his gaze darken, but then my doorbell sounds from the other room. It’s immediately followed by a sharp, firm knocking on my door that sounds to me like the end of the world has rolled up in my driveway.

“Maybe you do,” Huxley chuckles, kissing me quickly while I’m distracted by the sound of the doorbell once more. “And maybe then we’re all happy at the end of today, okay?”

fifteen

“Idon’t know what I’m supposed to say!”

He lets me go with a snort as I quickly jump out of bed immediately to bolt over to my closet. In seconds, I’m wearing loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that’s probably seen better days, but it’s still soft and that’s what matters.

“Say you’re my girlfriend. I just need you to say that, and that I was here three nights ago all night. And last night, obviously.” When I glance at him, I see he’s already pulled on his jeans and is in the process of tugging on his t-shirt. He leaves off the gloves, the mask, and, quite obviously, the knife.

When he runs his fingers through his hair to tousle it and grins sweetly at me, I really can think of him as justHuxley. Just the guy I fucked last night, with the scar in his lip and the cutest smile I’ve ever seen on a man.

Then the doorbell rings again and I jump, nearly levitating a few feet in the air at the sound as my heart attempts to take flight. “I’m coming!” I call, with my eyes firmly on Huxley’s. “What, umm...” I don’t know why I’m considering this.

I don’t know why I don’t just get my speech together to turn him in. It would be so easy to get him arrested. Especially if they’re asking about him, anyway. But somehow that thought makes my stomach twist in a less than pleasant way.

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