Her own kind of praise.
The girl nothing but the tease of perfection that I held in the grasp of my hands.
I pulsed my fingers into her, letting my other hand wander along the crease of her ass, the girl releasing all these shocked sounds of pleasure into the air.
Feeding that gravity.
Making it feel like it just might be impossible for either of us to walk away. She came with a cry. With her fingers curling in my hair. With her heart manic and her breaths harsh.
And mine. Mine ached and wished this chance were one I should actually take.
She slumped forward.
Shaking.
Boneless.
Standing, I slid an arm under her legs and the other under her back, and carried her back upstairs to her room.
The whole way, I prayed I wasn’t making the biggest fucking mistake I’d ever made.
23
Rynna
Shooting upright, I clutched the sheet to my bare chest and struggled to pull in a breath. A deep sense of dread echoed from my bedroom walls. This unsettled feeling that something was off. I squinted through the play of shadows outside my window where daylight slowly breached the sky.
It took me all of two seconds to realize what was amiss.
I was alone.
After what had happened between Rex and I last night, I’d hoped to wake up in the safety of his arms, praying he’d found some of that same security in mine, too. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so helpless than when I’d woken to find him flailing and jerking in my bed, lost to some kind of torment I couldn’t understand.
I’d wanted to.
To understand it.
To understand him.
I hungered for him to embrace the feelings that grew between us.
Steadily.
Greedily.
I’d seen it last night, emerging through the storm in his eyes, scaling those fortress walls he built around himself and tumbling free to the other side.
He kept allowing me deeper and deeper, below those layers that fought to remain concealed. Just the same as I allowed him into mine, giving him bits of the horror that had sent me running.
Sliding from my bed, I stood. My attention caught on the small piece of folded paper that had dropped to the floor. It must have been tangled in the sheet. For a moment, I blinked at it, both terrified and eager to read what it might say, before I reached down and tentatively picked it up.
Slowly, I unfolded it, my eyes quick to scan the choppy scratch of handwriting dented on the page.
You are more beautiful than the sun breaking the day. Believe me. This morning, I had the privilege of watching them both, and I didn’t want to stop. Little Thief, what am I going to do with you?
My heavy heart gave, fluttering and flapping, so insanely light. I pressed the letter over the manic thrum, not even attempting to hold back the grin that took hold of my face.
Rynna - Sixteen Years Old
