Call me paranoid, but I can still feel her eyes on us.
Making sure Bunny gets in the middle safely, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and burn a cherry into one, wedging the filter within my lips to tuck my pack away into my pocket while cranking the window open.
Yes. A crank window. Fuck off.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
BUNNY
Getting inside the house, I break my hand away from Razor’s, trying my hardest to send him a convincing smile. But I only have one thing on my aching mind at the moment. And that’s shutting myself in my room and getting those keys.
“Good night,” I hum.
Wounded by me walking toward my room without him, affliction narrows his eyes, his thumbs swiftly flicking outward. “You don’t want me sleepin’ with you tonight?”
I do. You make me feel safe.
The thought of going to bed without his hands on me, the slight roughness drawing up my hip and waist, his warm body flush against mine and ramping up the heat, punches guilt straightinto my chest.
Hating myself, I shake my head, forcefully cutting the rope keeping us tethered and rushing to my room with tears burning the whites of my eyes.
“Wait! Bun!”
Ignoring Razor, I close my door and wipe my eyes. Things would be so different if I wasn’t manipulated. If he treated me normally, we could be coming in here and grabbing that key to take off together.
Realistically, the key wouldn’t even be this big thing. If things were conventionally normal around here, I wouldn’t have unanswered questions that make me sneak around. I’d just be existing and living life. Like anormalperson. But no, normalcy would be a delicacy.
Apparently talking some sense into myself, I rake a hand up into my hair, holding it out of my face to focus on my mission.
“I need my sweats!” Razor hollers through the wood.
They’re…
Moving toward the sheet still on the floor, my eyes slice and dice every which way, searching for the bunched-up gray fabric.
But his pants are gone.
“Bunny!”
What the frick?
A cold chill scatters along my arms, quickly turning for the door and opening it for him. “I don’t see them in here.”
His scowl guts me, moving out of his way and watching him stop next to the sheet I just investigated.
“I left them here.” He turns back to me, his eyes darkening.
“I know… You tried getting me in the shower with you.”
“So… where are they?” he lazily hikes a brow, taking deft steps until the toes of his shoes are touching mine.
Feeling like the blame is quickly getting shifted to me, my forehead stiffens and my jaw locks. “I didn’t touch them. I was gone all day,” bleeds through the cracks of my teeth.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right.” Theatrically tossing his head back, a manic smile splits his face and he steps closer. “You thought you could hop off into a tent you have no business being in. How could I forget that?”
Duse… Duse actually told him. Great.
My cheeks blister, the scalding sear of vexation burning my ears. “I wouldn’t have to sneak around if you guys were honest with me.”
