“Then next time I’ll fuck you all the way to Hell.” The glint in his eye is dangerous, and I should back off, but I don’t.
“You can try.” I shoot him a wink and sling my bra at him. He catches it and gapes at me, watching me take my panties off. I kick them across the room and twist the knobs for the shower.
“How is it possible I want you again so quickly?”
I smirk at him and get in the shower then I pull the curtain closed. He immediately pulls it open and stares at me. I ignore him and soap up. I can play his games even if it hurts.
Killian steps into the shower behind me and takes the loofah from me. His fingers brush over my skin, and I feel like my boyfriend is making a rare appearance.
Chapter 10
Killian
I keep riding this ride. Round and round on this fucking carousel. Every time I close my eyes, I see blurry images. I try so hard to remember, but I can’t. I wake up pooled with sweat. Liri is sleeping next to me. Pussy makes a man do crazy things. Like get a girlfriend and ask her to move in with you apparently.
The sex is good, and the more I am around her I can see how easy it was for me to fall, but I can’t take the way she admires me. Like I’m her future. It’s too damn much, but I’m trying. When she told me the horrible shit that happened the night of the accident I felt like a real pure asshole. More so than usual. I had to get away. I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t deny that part of me cares for her. If I could cut out that part of my heart I would. Feelings and love are for losers.
I slide out of bed and glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s five in the morning. I know if I close my eyes those blurry images that haunt me will return. Liri doesn’t move, and I don’t want to wake her. She needs sleep. As beautiful as she is, her blue eyes are haunted and tired. I’ve not seen her eat enough to keep a bird alive the times I have been around her, and I get the feeling it’s my fault. I’m destroying her and don’t know how to stop.
I ruin everything I touch.
In the living room I sink down on the couch and start flipping through the television channels. Nothing is holding my interest and my eyes grow heavy.
An image comes into focus. I’m with her. With Liri. I’m nuzzling her, about to kiss her in a dim room. I can hear music and the buzzing of voices in the background. Someone calls out her name, and she leaves me for some preppy jock spaz. Heat rises in my chest, travels up my throat, and coats my cheeks. My jaw ticks as I storm past them. She squeals his name and throws herself at him. I walk up two sets of stairs and out onto a balcony. Lighting up a cigarette I take a hard drag. I hear her voice as she saunters out back with that tool.
I can’t hear what’s being said, but she seems happy. Then he kisses her. I flick my cigarette at them and start to my car. I glance back at the house and see them walking to hers.
My chest squeezes tight.
“Killian?”
I turn my head side to side.
“Killian?”
I’m going to kill that asshole for kissing her. No one kisses my girl but me.
I run after him and when he spins around, I punch. Crack. Crunch. I connect with his nose and smile when blood runs down his face.
“Ow,” Liri cries, and I open my eyes. She’s holding her shoulder. “You hit me!”
I scramble backwards and hit my head on the arm of the couch.
She scowls at me and continues to rub her arm.
“Sorry. You okay?”
“Yeah. Um…we need to get ready to leave soon for your family stuff.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”
Rolling her eyes, she moves off the other end of the couch and goes into the bedroom.
Fuck. That felt so damn real. I shake my head.
It takes me a few minutes to return to reality. I rub my temples and go into the kitchen for water. Liri’s cell phone is on the counter. It’s buzzing, and I read the screen. The dude from my fucking dream’s face is flashing on the display. I clench my fist and look back at the bedroom. The door is closed.