“What ever will we do?” I say, resting my cheek against his firm chest.
“Starve, I guess.”
I laugh, shaking my head as his arms tighten around me. His heart beats softly behind his ribs. Such a normal rhythm, yet… he’s anything but normal.
Jaxon kisses my head. “I’ll run out to get breakfast.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“If I keep you fed, I can keep you fucked.”
My cheeks burn, and I have to look away.
I’m not sure I’ll get used to him talking dirty to my face. Gentle fingers grab my chin and guide me to look at him.
“I like your eyes on me.”
“Okay.”
Leaning down, he kisses me again. And when he pulls away, he steps back and walks to my bedroom. After a moment, I shake out of it and follow him. He’s fully dressed by the time I get there.
“I’ll be back in like thirty minutes,” he says. “Any requests?”
“Lots of bacon.”
There’s that grin again. I lean against the wall, not sure I won’t fall over if I don’t. I’m going to need a cane.
Before he leaves, he kisses me breathlessly, and then he’s gone. When my house is silent, just me in it, I drop onto my couch and try to process what the hell just happened.
And I find it’s impossible.
No matter how much I think about this, I still can’t believe it. It doesn’t seem real. I never thought I’d give in to these parts of me, and now here I am, doing it with someone I’m comfortable with, and who’s hot as hell.
After about ten minutes, I get up and put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, then go to the car to get my phone. The ground is wet and cold against my feet, so I hurry back inside. I’ve got six percent left on my cell, so I go to my bedroom to plug it in.
The door opens and closes, and I can’t help but smile as I head back to the living room. He was only gone a short time, but I missed him. How am I going to deal with him leaving me now that we’ve gotten to this level?
My smile drops when I see it isn’t Jaxon standing in my living room.
It’s the girl from the cafe at school. The one who claimed to be Jaxon’s girlfriend.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, hating how weak my voice is.
This girl is in my house, unwanted. I should be screaming my head off. Shoving her out. But I’m just standing here like a scared little girl, not knowing what to do.
Jaxon would know what to do.
Where is he?
Will he be back soon? Or did he send her here? Is this a trick? Are they in this together as some sick joke? What did I ever do to them to deserve this?
No. No, Jaxon wouldn’t do that, and I need to stop thinking that way. It’s not fair to him. He has done nothing for me to think he’d lie to me or do something so terrible. That’s my own insecurities talking. Neither he nor her have a vendetta against me—I don’t even know this girl and I didn’t know him until recently either.
This girl, who looks even prettier than the first time I saw her, just stares at me with a stupid smile on her face. Her eyes flick to the side of my head, and before I can turn to see what she’s looking at, there’s a pinch in my neck and everything goes black.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Jaxon