Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
I stare down at her small frame on the sofa, at the desperation written all over her face.
She said she’d get to know me, and I told her that wouldn’t be possible, but she’s throwing her whole weight behind this.
If I didn’t know she was an awkward human being who barely knows how to communicate with anyone who’s outside of her closest circle, I’d swear she was acting.
Acting or not, though, her state shouldn’t be able to affect me. Not even a little.
Not anywhere close.
But as I stare into the glittery green of her eyes, a myriad of unknown emotions fester in my chest.
“I’m the last person you should feel safe around, Cecily.”
“But I do.”
“Despite everything I do to you?”
“I wanted that. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have come here every day.”
I thought she did it because of the threats.
Well, fuck me.
She came because she wanted to? And she’s actually admitting to that?
“I’ll stay if you answer my question.”
She nods twice.
I know I’m going to sound illogical and I’m pushing it, but I need to confirm this once and for all.
“Would you have preferred to have this arrangement with Landon?”
She blinks, probably not expecting this question, but then she seems to mull over her words.
“In the beginning, I admit that I wanted it to be Landon. I had a crush on him long before I had a boyfriend, so he was like an unreachable god to me. One I would’ve done anything to stay close to.”
I should’ve killed the motherfucker earlier today.
Maybe if I hunt him down now, I can finish what I started.
My murderous thoughts come to a halt when Cecily squeezes my hand. “I started having this twisted fantasy about being ravaged soon after I hit puberty and kept it to myself, thinking something was wrong with me. Those feelings were more prominent after that incident with my ex, and I thought I was being punished for having the fantasy. I didn’t dare act on it until this year, and I’m glad it wasn’t Lan who made it come true, because I realize just how shallow my feelings for him were and how much he wouldn’t have cared.”
Were.
Her feelings for him are a ‘were.’
She’s glad it wasn’t him who made the fantasy come true, which means she’s glad it’s me.
Well, she ddidn’t say it like that exactly, but I choose to believe that.
“And you think I do care?” I ask like a dick.
She rubs the side of her nose with her index finger. Fucking adorable.
“Sometimes.”
Sometimes is enough.
For now.
I was so intent on leaving earlier, but instead, I do something I’ve never done before.
I stay.
24
CECILY
“Can you guys like not?”
I slide my attention to Annika, realizing I zoned out, but it was the good kind this time.
I was sort of daydreaming about two days ago when Jeremy not only let me stay, but he also actually slept beside me.
Or more like, I slept sandwiched between him and the edge of the sofa. I woke up a bit achy due to the position and the cramped space, but I didn’t have another instance of sleep paralysis.
It didn’t happen last night either.
Last night, however, he did fuck me on the deck with my head hanging above the lake while I screamed and begged and called his name, but after that, he stepped in the shower with me, and then he carried me to the bed upstairs.
Something that’s never happened before.
I didn’t have to ask him to stay or feel like I had to walk on eggshells so as not to provoke his monster side.
In fact, he’s the one who pulled me on his lap when I was trying to put some clothes on and kind of made us sleep like that.
Naked. With his large body wrapped around me.
Another first.
Before, Jeremy was always clothed in some way, even while he set my world ablaze. I figured it was because he needed to put a barrier between us and to make it clear that whatever we have is exclusive to using each other’s bodies.
But a shift happened two nights ago. It started when he sat me on his lap and was content with talking to me instead of fucking me the moment he saw me.
Some sort of a connection blossomed between us that night, which is probably why I felt safe and offered him truths I don’t usually talk about to anyone.
In return, I caught a glimpse of Jeremy’s depths. Not the beast who chased and caught me, but of the man who used to keep me at arm’s length.
He still shut me down the moment I started to probe, but he at least stayed. And last night, we slept flesh-to-flesh.
I think that was because he needed to have access to me the next morning, but that’s not important.
The fact that he’s letting me in is.