How the hell do I explain this?
I’ve officially run out of the syrup to keep up with my lies.
No, Mom, I was led to believe I was killing someone from a list I stole from a secret society. Turns out it was fake and I almost killed Saint, and now I’m locked away in his ivory tower for my bad behaviour.
“Probably. She’s been stalking me.” Saint lazily draws his gaze to mine, his arm reaching behind me to grip the top of the headboard.
The urge to clap back at him is strong, but my head and my heart disintegrate at the proximity, and I’m lost in the intensity of his eyes.
Anything I voiced would be yet another lie, seeing as I hacked a feed to watch his dad’s house, along with the cabin.
Oh God.
I was a stalker.
“Oh my goodness, it’s like looking into the past. But…what the hell is that stuff around your neck, Saint? You seem to have gotten carried away with the drawing, like Indie.” Mom laughs, rolling her eyes.
My eyes mirror the same motion she just pulled. “Mom, I have one.”
“One too many!” She chuckles, and I can’t help the lopsided smile that forms. “Anyways, I best let you two go. Look after my girl, Saint. I want to see you both and hear all about it when you’re home. Give Gina my love!”
She’s smiling so hard I can imagine her cheeks will hurt.
If only what’s going on in her head was real.
We say our goodbyes and I lock my phone, Saint slowly rising to his full height, staring down at me.
“Did you uh, need something?” I ask, fidgeting in my spot whilst his enormous frame looms over me.
He walks to the end of my bed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “The guys are picking up supplies from town. Gina’s already given me a list. Wanted to see if there’s anything you need? Something you want to eat?”
You.
The impulsive thought causes me to choke on my own saliva.
Fuck, I feel like I’m eighteen again, whenever Saint would say something, and my mind would dive straight into the gutter.
It instantly has the heat searing in my cheeks.
“Fuck, you okay?” he says, slapping my back.
The force of his paw pounding on it makes it worse.
“I’m good, just choked on air.” My words break up with each slap.
God, I need lessons on how to be around him again. That’s embarrassing.
His hand abruptly pulls away, and I glance up at him as he pushes it through his hair.
“You can let me know. They’ll be leaving in a half hour.” He turns to walk away, and ‘it’s now or never’ chants through my head.
“Saint, wait,” I blurt out.
He pauses at the door, shoulders going rigid as he slowly shifts to face me.
His frosty gaze causes the beats in my chest to thunder, and I run my sweaty palms down my thighs, straightening my spine.
My words come out without taking a breath.
