“Wh-what? Why?” I’m stuttering, and I don’t even know what I’m saying, but whatever it is seems to please Static.
“Yes,” is all he says, and tears leak from my eyes, confusion swirling. “I’ve been waiting for you… for this… God, it’s been so long, my treat.”
“Oh, God,” I cry out when I feel the tip of his pointed glove glide down mynakedbody.
I’m naked. Again.
Do I really want this?
Do I trust him?
I force my eyes open to stare at the man in front of me. The one who looks so different compared to the one I danced with at the club. Two sides of the same whole. But is this side a sane side?
Can I trust this side not to hurt me?
I think I trust Cedrick.
IlikeCedrick.
But Static…
Static scares me.
But I also met him first, and he brought out something in me I never thought I’d experience, and if it wasn’t for him, Inever would’ve been able to experience anything with Cedrick at all…
Shit.
What do they call this?
A leap of faith or whatever.
Except faith has nothing to do with this. Because right now, it’s just me and Static in this creepy motel, back where we started, back to finish it.
Because this is it.
I feel the resolution settle in my bones, and I shudder with it.
Yes.
I’m going to give him every bit of me, and then, we’ll be done.
Because that was the deal we made—that’s all he wants from me.
And that’s okay. I knew that going into this.
I swallow the lump in my throat and pull in a shaky breath before slowly opening my eyes—and when I do, it’s to Static’s bright white irises staring down at me.
“What was that, treat?”
I gulp.There’s no going back from this.“My resolution.”
That makes a smile break across his face. “Beautiful.”
It’seasy to let the fear consume me. It’s an innate part of me that I can’t control. Even though I know this time around that Static won’t actually hurt me, my body doesn’t seem to care andis working in overdrive, pumping adrenaline at a million miles a minute, curdling my blood and the acid in my stomach, making me feel queasy and lightheaded as he circles me on the bed.
“What to do with such a treat… so many options… so much time…” He’s talking to himself, tapping his finger on his bottom lip, and I follow every step he takes with wide, searching eyes, waiting for his next move, but he hasn’t done a thing.
He hasn’t even touched me since I last spoke, and I’m crawling out of my skin.
