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Just us.
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HARPER
I’ve been sleeping.
For how long? No clue.
A lifetime, maybe.
This wasn’t a drug-induced sleep.
I’m just bone tired. Groggy. My limbs are heavy.
“Harper.”
Lips on my temple. They’re warm. Softer than the tingling stubble that grazes my skin as Anderson trails kisses along my cheek. My jaw.
After we left the hospital, he brought me here, wherever here is. Since then, I’ve been floating. Switching between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Nothing hurts too bad. There’s no pressure on my skull.
I’m not dying.
But oh my God, closing my eyes. That feels nice.
What’s really happened while I’ve been out, though?
Anderson could’ve done anything to me. Could’ve put me in my bed. Or his. Or dragged me to the basement.
He could’ve either nursed my injuries or fucked my helpless body.
With him, nothing’s guaranteed.
Loving a psychopath comes with a price.
One I’m paying now. Happily.
“Where am I?” Opening my eyes is a struggle. I let my eyelids stay where they are. I trust Anderson. I don’t fight it.
Velcro tears. Someone rubs my left wrist. Kisses it. Soothes it. Soft and claiming.
My body is hot for him. My soul is all warm and tingly.
I guess I have my answer. I’m in the basement. With Anderson.
The first time he did it, I was terrified. Panicked. I was sure this would be where I died. I didn’t. With Anderson, I’ve become more alive than ever.
I’m the best version of me, and it’s all thanks to him.
My eyes remain closed as he smooths a finger over my right wrist. When he kisses it, then brushes his lips to mine.
Only then do I force them open, eager to see him. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Anderson is already at the foot of the bed. He works on undoing the restraints on one of my ankles.
Tearing. Rubbing. Kissing.
