Page 265 of Ominous: Part 1
Luna drags her gaze up to meet mine as she lifts her chin. She’s taller than Eden, and her touch isn’t hesitant. But it’s not possessive either. It’s kinda… bland.
I don’tfeelanything with her hands on me. Maybe all this time, I never really did. Of all the people I’ve fucked, the only one I got high from before Eden was Ms. Corbin. And that was because it wasn’t allowed. Even at Montford, where I should feel the highest, there’s a slight concern for my safety that makes the adrenaline spike a little off kilter.
Eden is just… I don’t fucking know.More.
“I’ve missed you,” Luna says, her lips close to my sternum. She drops her eyes, then leans in, squeezing my dick over my pants, running her mouth over my chest. It feels good on some base level. I can’t deny that. I won’t fuck her, because I think of Eden running from me in the woods, and I hate the idea of her doing it again.You can’t leave me.
But I’m not going to stop Luna. Not right this second, anyway. Besides, Eden is currently with Dominic.
I blow smoke over Luna’s head, letting her touch me, hand still in my pocket as I stare out the windows at the rolling sea. From what I can tell, it looks a little violent tonight.
The song changes as Luna licks a line up my chest.
“The Hills”by The Weeknd. This must be Dom’s fucking playlist.
It’s turned up louder from somewhere else, and in my head, I see him getting up from a pool chair. Pushing his phone into his pocket. Heading toward my girl without his fucking shirt on—
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Luna startles, both of us surprised as she jerks back, but she doesn’t move her hand from my abs or my dick.
I slowly dip my chin, biting back a smile as I bring the joint to my lips, my girl’s words ringing in my head.What the fuck are you doing?
I don’t have to see her to know she’s fucking pissed. And as I turn my head, catching the gleam of her eyes in the dark, I know I’m right.
Her hair is loose, wavy and thick down her back, her hands fisted at her sides. She’s wearing one of my shirts, white and contrasting with her tan, it hits at her thighs.
God, I love you.
But she doesn’t look like she loves me so much right now. Wearing her white Keds with no socks, she steps back, shoes squeaking on the marble floor as her gaze flicks from me, to Luna, still touching me.
Luna forces a laugh. “What’s it look like?”
I bring the joint to my lips, just watching my girl.
Fight for me.
She turns her head to look up at me.I’m going to fucking murder you.
I smile, smoke curling around my teeth.Don’t tease me with a good time.
“Get the fuck away from him.” She doesn’t move her eyes from mine as she addresses Luna.
I cough, a laugh bubbling up my throat.
Luna’s nails dig into my skin. She grabs me harder.
I keep looking at Eden.Show me what you can do, Nightmare Girl.
Without a word, she lifts her chin and walks toward me.Us.My heart races in my chest. Her hips sway, her black painted nails tapping out the rhythm of the song on her bare thigh, just under my shirt.Come closer. Come to me. Push her away from me. Show me you love me.
But then she… passes us.
She doesn’t even look at us as she does. She’s so close, I can smell chlorine and peaches and violets, and I want to grab her fucking hair and drag her back, but she keeps walking as Luna and I both track her movements.
She steps onto the white tile of the kitchen, headed toward the sleek, black fridge. But instead of opening it up, she passes it, too, until…
Until she pulls a knife from the fucking knife block.
