Page 114 of Psycho

Quietly, I pushed out from under his arms and climbed off the bed, heading out to the bathroom to get ready for school.

By the time I made it back to the bedroom, Micah was already out of there, obviously having woken up shortly after I did.

I dressed and found him in the kitchen, holding out a homemade breakfast burrito to me.

I looked at it, then at him, before I turned to it once more.

“Thanks,” I said, grabbing it out of his hand and taking a bite of the egg, bacon, and potato goodness.

He nodded and ate his own meal, opting to stand with his weight resting on the counter and watching me.

I ate most of my breakfast, looking down at the granite island in front of me and pretending not to notice his eyes, but fuck, it was hard.

After I finished the burrito, I grabbed the napkin nearby and wiped my mouth while—trying to—inconspicuously peek over at him.

His eyes were still on me, his face set in neutral, though I noticed a small glint in them that wasn’t usually there.

How badly I wanted to be able to read his mind.

It would make things a hell of a lot easier had that been the case.

My eyes roamed over the scar on his face.

I almost didn’t notice it anymore, not when his features took so much of my attention already—his mesmerizing gray eyes, strong nose, and full lips.

No man this cold should be this beautiful.

It wasn’t right, because a man as cold as him would only end up breaking my heart. But God, how badly I wanted to not care, especially when he was looking at me the way he was right then.

I took in his sharp jawline and tan skin, my eyes settling over his powerful neck, and…

I frowned, bringing my gaze over to his jawline.

He had shaved last night, so he was currently sporting a slight stubble, but that wasn’t what had me standing up and moving over to him.

He held still when I got close, not saying anything. His head was bent as he took me in, and I tried not to let his gaze intimidate me as I moved up on my tip-toes and pushed his head to the side to get a better look.

There was blood.

Old blood from the look of it, but not too old.

A day, perhaps…

I stilled when I realized what it was from.

I looked up at him with wide eyes, and he smiled slightly.

“When you decide to hurt someone, you go for blood, don’t you, sweetheart?”

My mouth gaped open, but I had no response for that.

It was from my slap the previous morning.

I had wounded him.

I backed away, and he followed suit, taking away any amount of space I had been able to put between us. I looked back when the small of my back hit the edge of the counter, and suddenly, he was right there in front of me.

I tried to swallow around the fear I was feeling, but God, it was so hard, especially when he was crowding me like this.

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