Page 88 of Psycho

I buried my face in his chest, my arms wrapped tightly around him, seeking comfort from the one man I should be running from.

But I didn’t think I could handle being alone right now.

I felt so exposed.

Vulnerable.

And I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“D-Don’t leave me alone.”

He nodded. “I won’t leave you alone.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

His promise shouldn’t mean anything to me, I reminded myself, working hard to keep my walls up.

It was getting hard to do when he was holding me like this.

I didn’t know how long we sat there, but Micah rubbed his hand up and down my back in comfort the whole time. I was the one who moved first.

I pulled away slightly and took in his silver eyes. A few black flecks moved along the irises.

I had never realized how pretty his eyes were.

Cold and emotionless, yes… but pretty?

And they were that.

Stunning.

I blinked and shifted a little when I felt something wet between us.

I frowned and looked down, finding blood.

My eyes widened before I looked back up at him.

He didn’t show any reaction to that, and for some reason, I realized it was because he already knew about it.

And there was only one reason why he knew and still stayed with me on his lap for who knew how long.

“You’re bleeding.”

“Superficial wounds,” he responded.

I shook my head. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Who knew how much damage I might have done sitting on his lap like that?

I quickly got off and went to the bathroom for the first aid kit from underneath the bathroom sink.

When I came back, he was still in the same position he had been, looking at me with unreadable eyes.

I sat down and placed the kit between us.

“Take off your shirt.”

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