Page 213 of Ominous: Part 1
My stomach tenses. I reach for the bottle, circling my fingers over his as I try to yank it back.
He doesn’t let go, his eyes on mine, a smile playing around his mouth.
“Let go, Eli.” I grab onto the prescription with both hands, shifting my hips so I can yank more forcefully.
He curls his fingers around the pills in his palm, then jerks the bottle suddenly. I pull back, and all at once, it slips from both of our hands, little blue tablets scattering all over the bed, his hardwood floors, one rolling to the crack just under his door as the orange bottle hits the floor with a soft clatter.
I curl my hands into fists, shooting up to my feet, staring at the last of the pills to cease moving, by his nightstand. My chest heaves.
He says nothing.
“You’re going to pick all of these up,” I tell him without looking his way. “You’re going to pick everyfuckingone of these up.” My words are fast and low, irritation twisting and turning in my brain, under my skin.
“You’re the one who ripped it from my hand,” he says mildly. “Besides, I’d like to see you crawl on your knees and pick up every one of them with your teeth.”
I put my hands to my head, spinning to face him. “Pick them up right now.” It’s like a tornado in my mind. The medication I took earlier seems to have faded, the alcohol maybe ramping me upmore. “Right. Now.”
His eyes darken as he tilts his head. He observes me, like I’m his patient. “Have you been sleeping okay?”
There’s a tingling in my limbs, a prickle along my scalp, like I’ve been found out, even though I don’t know what, exactly, he’s found out. I think of all the writing I’ve been doing. The books. Staying up late, needing little sleep at all. I feel fine. I mean, now, I’m pissed, but considering everything that’s happened, I think it’s normal, and—
“You haven’t, have you?”
My mouth goes dry as he interrupts my racing thoughts, my fingers digging into my scalp.
“I just want you tochill out,Eden.” He runs his tongue over his teeth. “You’ve been so… excited.”
The word rings true.Excited.Something like a scream and a groan leaves my mouth and before I can think through anything, I’m closing the space between us. I’m shoving him backward, on the bed. He goes willingly, the pills still in his hand, his arm banded around my back. I spread my thighs as I straddle him, my fingers on his face, pushing roughly into his hair. My pulse is fast and I’m no longer thinking about my period or Dominic’s bullshit or anything but this, this,this.
How dare you see me so well? How dare you find all the fucking secrets I don’t even know I’m keeping from myself?
He grabs my face, squeezing my mouth open.
Our lips collide, and I taste marijuana and cotton candy on his tongue as his teeth nip my bottom lip.
I shift my hips and he groans into my mouth. I yank his hair, feeling a flush of warmth in my core.
We have to pull apart to breathe, but my eyes are still locked on his, his hand still gripping my jaw, one arm around my back.
“You want me to take those fucking pills for you?”
His lips are swollen, and he doesn’t smile or laugh.
“You wanna fuck me up after you drug me?”
The green in his irises turns to something darker. “I don’t want to damage what’s mine.”
A thrill of lust dances in my low belly with those words.
“But there are so many fucking things I want to do to you.”
I pull his hair harder, watching as his eyes flutter closed. I lean down close, my mouth over his as I speak. “Like what?”
He doesn’t look at me. “You don’t trust me, but I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I can’t… I don’t want to do this without you.”
This.
I don’t want to ask what he means. Like if I do, and he doesn’t say what I want, it’ll break my heart.
