Page 60 of With This Kiss
I shouldn’t care.
I shouldn’t.
I was feeling about ten shades of foolish right about now. I was the one who approached him, who had planned everything, yet it felt like I was falling into the very trap I had set for him.
And I let him touch me this afternoon.
Not only that, but I completely broke apart in his arms.
I closed my eyes as the memories flew sharply through my mind.
Why had I done that? Why did I let him touch me? And now everything was all fucked up, including my own mind, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
I quickly closed my eyes when I heard the front door open, finally feeling like I could breathe again.
My ears strained as I tried to listen to the movements coming from the living room before soft footsteps padded across the floor, heading to the room I was in… until I heard the door open.
I kept my eyes closed, and for a moment, I heard nothing. It was as if Reign had opened the door and was just standing there watching me sleep.
What was going on in his mind? Did he regret bringing me here now?
Why did I care so much?
I heard him move, the sound of the door closing softly, and then some rustling of clothes before the bed dipped under his weight.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close to him from behind. His body heat radiated off him, giving me some warmth on the cold winter night. I didn’t usually tolerate heat very well, but his heat wasn’t… unpleasant.
And while his touch wasn’t exactly comforting to me, that feeling of ants crawling over my skin was nowhere present.
I opened my eyes, feeling it was finally safe to do so.
Why was it so different with him now?
And did that mean I had come to tolerate other people’s touch?
No, that couldn’t be it because even the thought of it caused an uncomfortable chill to run down my spine.
So what was it?
I didn’t know, and I was getting a headache.
I just needed sleep. That must be it.
So I closed my eyes and went to sleep, finally feeling something inside me settle now that he was back.
And that was all.
Reign wokeme up early the next morning.
Considering how erratic my sleep had been the night before, I didn’t want to get up. But Reign was persistent.
I sat up in bed with my eyes still closed, trying to think of anything I could say to make him leave me alone.
“Come on, sleepyhead.”
I shook my head without opening my eyes. “I don’t want to. Why are we up so early?”
“To watch the sunrise.”
