"AH!" My throat scratches and burns with the ferocity of my scream. Hot on the heels of that pain, my ribs twinge and feel like they're trying to break themselves in half as I sit up at lightning speed.
"Shh, V."Mom."Lie down slowly," she coos, and I finally notice her outline hovering over the bed.
Her soft hands help me lower without aggravating my wounds further. She continues to mumble things, offer me water and meds, and pet the top of my head. When I feel her touch disappear, I panic and beg her to stay.
"Of course," she soothes and curls up next to me in bed. I feel like I'm not really here, but no matter how much I want to stay awake and process the messed-up dream I just had, the pain meds Mom had me swallow a few minutes ago, and the total exhaustion from the past few days drag me back under.
I really,reallyhope I don't dream about them again.
Ten
NATE
Love bends morals.
For example, I wouldn't normally break into a random cabin and sleep on the living room floor without explicit permission. My conscience is telling me that the front door being unlocked was not legit permission.
Ellis has no such worry—that he has verbalized at least. In all honesty, I slept like shit because I was scared Jamie would wake up and hit us with a baseball bat. My fucking boyfriend, on the other hand, snored the damn night away.
I'm sure Jamie knew we were here. Being incognito went out the window as soon as Ellis fell asleep.
After bumming around outside the cabin for a while, we decided to grab some groceries and fill the car up with gas. We knew where Jamie and Violet were staying, so we felt confident leaving. At least enough to back down the driveway slowly and rush through our errands.
To say we were beyond relieved that Jamie's car was still in the driveway at the cabin we left is an understatement. We spent the rest of the day knocking on the door, only to be ignored. Using our time to our advantage, Ellis and I brainstormed ways to make them believe our feelings are real.
But that would really only work for so long because even if they believed that part, we still hurt them. So then, our efforts went into groveling ideas. Although that didn't lead us far either. We can atone for our sins, but that won't show how we've changed.
Wehavechanged. I can feel it; now how do we show it?
Ellis didn't have much to say on that front. I could tell he was struggling, but while he zoned out, I knew he was doing some hard thinking, so I left him to it.
Then night came, and the lights in the cabin turned off. It really was a beautiful place when the sun was up, but without any light, shit got creepy fast.
And Ellis being Ellis thought,hey, let's see if the door's unlocked.I had laughed as I watched from the driver's seat in the car while heopened the fucking doorand went inside.
Right now, like before, I'm confused as to why I'm not being awoken by screaming and shouting. Instead, the glorious aroma of bacon rouses me from my fitful sleep.
It took a lot of convincing to make Ellis just lie down once I found him snooping in the kitchen last night. We grabbed a few blankets and pillows from the couch and cozied up on the floor.
"Ellis?" I murmur, nudging the back of his shoulder. He doesn't move, just continues to snore like we aren't fucking trespassing.
Contemplating my next move, I'm scared shitless when Jamie speaks behind me. "Come make yourself useful," he demands. Yet his voice is quiet, as if he doesn't want to disturb Ellis.
Willing my heart to calm down as I stand is a lot harder than I thought. I don't know whose fucking house we're in, and I'm worried Jamie is about to ambush me in the kitchen with the people who live here.
With a deep breath and my morning wood going down, I suck it up and follow the sound of sizzling bacon.
Turning a corner behind the big sectional, I'm blinded by the early morning sunlight coming through the big windows by the dining room table. I have to rub my nose and eyes to keep from sneezing.
Jamie's deep hum draws my attention to the beautiful kitchen. Natural wood and updated appliances make it feel like a home. The magnets and photos on the fridge add to the cozy vibes.
"Coffee's in the corner," Jamie basically growls. "Make some."
Not wanting to ruffle his feathers any more than I already have, I find the coffee pot, grounds, and filters. As I get to work, I sneak peeks at the man I believe I've fallen in love with.
What I wouldn't give to crowd his back and pepper kisses all along his neck. Jamie's long hair is down and messy today, urging me to grab it and rub my cock against his tight ass.
His grey sweatpants and tight black T-shirt are mouth-watering. I'd rather eat him than the bacon he's flipping.
