Page 184 of Psycho

He rubbed my upper back in slow, comforting movements, and like the messed-up person that I was, I took comfort in the move.

Finally, when it didn’t seem there was anything left inside for me to expel, Micah picked me up in his arms and walked us to the shower stall. He set me down on my feet and turned on the water, blocking out the coldness as we waited for the temperature to warm up.

I watched as the red water ran down his body to the drain.

He pulled me under the spray when he thought the water was good enough.

He quickly and methodically cleaned us up.

His eyes seemed lighter than before, and there wasn’t a time when he wasn’t touching me.

It was as if he couldn’t help himself.

As for me, the adrenaline was finally going down in my body, and it was taking everything in me to just stay standing.

Like always…

I clung to him.

He washed away the blood from both of our bodies, and I was left speechless. Then, once he was done, he turned off the water and brought us to the bedroom, where he dried our bodies before bringing us out to the living room.

We were still naked, and Micah was hard.

He grabbed himself when he caught me looking, and I twisted away from him, blushing.

I shouldn’t be turned on by the very sight of him, and I was still angry. If he told me to do anything with his cock now, I might just fucking bite it off.

He probably knew that, too, because he smartly didn’t say or do anything, besides giving himself a few lazy strokes that I felt myself reacting to.

We dressed each other’s wounds.

I looked down at the white gauze he had wrapped around my thigh.

The skin there was sore from the abuse, but now that I was clean and thinking a little more clearly, I knew it wasn’t nearly as bad as the mark I left on his back.

He pulled me into his lap once he was done.

I should probably fight him, but at this point, I thought it was already established that what I should do when it came to Micah Stone and what I wanted to do—or would do—were very different things.

I rested my head on his chest and counted his heartbeats instead, feeling them thud loudly and quickly against my ear.

“You’re crazy,” I said after a while.

I felt his hand pause on my back where he had been rubbing soothing circles around my skin before he picked back up again.

“I know,” he answered.

I closed my eyes and snuggled in closer to him.

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LAINEY

The weekend passedby in a blur of orgasms and Micah.

I couldn’t even remember a single thing I had done that wasn’t with Micah close by.

And for his part, he didn’t leave the house, which was what I needed.

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