Page 53 of Satan's Son

In my first life, all I had were goals and wants. I knew who I wanted to be, and sort of had an idea of what type of life I wanted to live. With this life, I only wanted one thing and that was for it to end.

I rolled over in bed, trying to stop my brain from thinking.

I missed him.

I missed him more than I ever thought I would.

I kept thinking of random things that he would do. Like the way he would roll his eyes when I did something stupid, or the way he would keep telling me to shut up.

I sighed, sitting up.

Sleep just wasn’t going to happen tonight.

Archie hadn’t come home, and I wondered if he had finally met his maker. Those old joints were bound to give out one day.

Just as I was thinking that, I heard the dull sound of the front door opening.

Maybe Archie was alive after all.

“Archibald!” a deep male voice called.

No, it couldn’t be.

“Archibald!” The yelling got louder.

Bolting out of bed, I ran to the door, flinging it open just in time to see Ethan Beast walking up the staircase.

Shock.

Blankness.

Anger.

These were the three feelings that flashed across Ethan’s face as he saw me for the first time in two months.

“Ethan.” My voice was barely a whisper. I felt as if the air had been vacuumed out of me. I struggled to move, so I just stood there frozen.

Ethan exhaled sharply. “All this time. All this time you have been here!” He stormed up the last few steps toward me. “Two months I’ve been looking for you and here you are, hiding out with the only man you hate more than me.”

Perhaps the pain of missing him had reached the limit and I had crossed over into insanity.

I don’t know, and I really didn’t care. I didn’t think about it; I just did it.

I launched forward, grabbing his shirt. I crashed my lips against his.

It took a few seconds before he started to kiss me back.

His lips were hot, and I found myself unable to get enough of him.

Wrapping my arms around his head, I kissed him back harder, not even caring if I couldn’t breathe.

All I wanted was him.

Screw breathing!

The fire in his eyes made my pulse quicken. He wanted this just as much as I did.

His hands ran down my back, one moving under my top, while the other went lower. In one swift movement, he took my body weight and lifted me in the air. Wrapping my legs behind his back, he began to move us back toward my room.

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