He steps back and places out an arm, gesturing for me to go on ahead.
“Why are you here?” I ask him.
Silence.
“Did Bast send you?” I get my keys out of my purse and unlock the door, feeling his body close behind.
Silence.
“I don’t need a babysitter.” The door closes behind him and then he’s following me again. I come into the kitchen and dump my bag on the table before heading straight for the coffee machine and the pile of pill bottles on the counter. I uncap each one and shake my dose into my palm before I head to the fridge to get a water. When I turn around to lean on the counter and take them, Killian is glaring.
I pause, “What?”
“Are you in pain?”
“No, but I will be if I don’t take these,” I throw them all into my mouth and chase them down with a swig of water.
“Who was on the phone?” He presses, his hands curling at his sides.
“My agent,” I place the water down, “I apparently have a funeral to attend.”
A look of disgust crosses Killian’s face, “She is making you go tohisfuneral?”
“You know Adrien?”
A cruel kind of laugh rumbles from him, “Something like that.”
I have so many questions, but I already feel the effects of the pain meds working. I always need a nap after I take them and they work fucking quick and with the restless nights I’ve been having, they seem to hit me like a rock nowadays.
Heavy legs carry me through to the couch and I drop onto it.
“I have questions,” My words come out slurred, “But I’m about to pass out so unless you want to watch me nap, I suggest you head out and let Bast know I’m safe and sound.”
But he doesn’t leave. He folds himself down onto the couch beside me and then to my absolute fucking surprise, lifts an arm and offers me his… thigh. My eyes sting with how tired I suddenly am, and I know I’ll be out like a light in a matter of minutes, but I can’t stop staring at him.
“Lay down,” He says gruffly.
“On – on you?” I stutter.
He jerks his head in a semblance of a nod.
I shouldn’t, right? My heart is doing this weird little dance inside my chest that I want to blame on thepills, but I know it’s because all my little childhood girl crush dreams are coming true right now.
And I’m so tired and he looks so comfortable, and I’ve been lonely, and it’ll be really nice to sleep with him.Wait no, notwithhim…
My scalp prickles and I feel my cheeks burn with the train of thought.
“Savannah,” There’s a warning in his deep tone as if he knows where my mind was wandering off to.
“Just for a minute,” I tell him.
He shrugs like it isn’t a big deal. Of course it’s not a big deal.
I am heavy with exhaustion as I lower myself down and rest my cheek against his thigh, the warmth of him overcoming me immediately. My whole body relaxes with it, settling into the feel of him with his scent wrapping around me. Sleep tugs down my eyes but right before I fall asleep, I feel the gentlest of hands against my head.
He smooths his hand down the back of my skull, moving my hair with it and I swear I feel him relax too. It must be a dream because there is no way this is real life.
I mean, in what realm would it be a possibility that I’m sleeping on my brother’s best friend or that he’s stroking my hair and seeming tolike it.
