It doesn’t help that he, Cash, and Razor toss me around like a stuffed animal.
“I scream, you scream, we all scream for her! Don’t even try ‘cause you can’t ignore her! She’s ourrr bunny pie!”
“Oh, my God, please stop,” I whine into my palms, getting passed to firm hands and the cologne that knocks me silly.
My stomach pits and I lock my hands into steel, refusing to give in and look up at Razor still singing while swinging me around like a plushie.
Dinging of games and loud chatter surrounding moving rides start to hush, which means we’re coming up on the hollow hole in the line of trees that block the amusement park from our trailer dropped in an abandoned field.
A moment later, the chain-link gate to keep visitors ofVoreout screeches through their song. I’d be worried about Carl losing his mind at the volume they’re singing and scuffling around at—but he doesn’t bother the guys.
I don’t know why they haven’t run off yet. Money is an issue. So is not being familiar with life outside of the lights and tents. But they could easily band together and get out of dodge during Razor’s weekly run to the store.
The question rests on my tongue, prying my hands from my eyes and gazing up at Razor with wonder.
Their song finally cuts off, except Xene starts going crazy on an air guitar. His shaggy hair is flopping around in the dark borders of my vision, his arms lashing around with the noises he’s making, but Razor’s genuine smile hooks me in and disintegrates the words that had me looking at him to begin with.
Am I the only one that’s not happy here?
Like he can sense me watching him, Razor tilts his head down to me, his dark eyes glistening against the buzzing light splintering from the front porch. “Yes, Bunny?” he draws out.
I shake my head, slumping into his arms and pretending to be interested in Cash screeching the door open for Aries.
“Let me hear it. Tell me what’s on your mind,” Razor pries.
He smooths his hand around my hip, and because I’m deprived of softness in this circus of Hell, his light touch is instituting the same feeling as getting the claw machine around a teddy bear.
I anticipate it to drop. But he keeps going, slowly working his calloused palm up the bare skin on my side and teasing the thrilling bloom of winning a prize.
Air drags through my lips, grasping on to every thread of control as he carries me over the threshold and into the house. “N-nothing. Nothing’s on my mind. You can set me down.”
The stagnant heat that refuses to escape the trailer engulfs us in a bubble. Everyone’s sighing and getting straight to the nightly routine of opening every window before cranking up the box fans and jamming them into the rusty frames littered with dead moths.
I shift, awkwardly trying to get out of his arms so that I only have myself to blame for losing serotonin. “Good night, Razor. Thanks for watching me.”
“Like I’d purposely miss the best part of my night.” He finally relents and sets me on my wobbly feet.
But his hand.
His hand is skimming along my lower back, and secrets are twinkling in his eyes.
“What does that mean?” I ask, immediately swallowing the ignorance, clenching my teeth and mentally tracking his fingertips toying with the back of my waistband.
“It means I feel my best when my eyes are on you, little bunny.”
A nervous laugh hums through my chest, my arms crossing low over my stomach and my feet inching away from his abruptness. “You’re so funny. Is that why you have Gwen do the clown makeup? ‘Cause you’re so silly?”
Stepping sideways toward the hall, my laugh belts out louder, causing me to fan my burning face.
Amused shock has him idle, wearing a sliver of a smile that exposes a tease of his longer front teeth. “I like that laugh.”
His genuine confession patters my heart harder. My body twists into a full one-eighty, scampering over the sliding carpet riddled with stains and into the first bedroom on the right of the bathroom.
“Grow up, Bunny,” I growl under my breath, hastily closing myself in my bedroom.
I would love to know if I was this timid and awkward before I lost everything I once knew.
CHAPTER FOUR
