I need myownroom.
Or… I could swap places with Ora. Since she and Xene disturb my damn sleep every night. Then, I really wouldn’t get any sleep.
Bunny looks back at me, the dark hair framing her face bending around the contour of her cheekbone. “My shower’s definitely cold now.”
I smirk, and that’s all she needs before she’s sighing exasperatedly and spinning around in my hands to face me.
“Bunny, I can keep you warm, baby.”
“Oh, my God, no,” she laughs, flattening a hand to my abdomen and pushing away.
Yeah… She wants me.
Smiling at her, I rotate around to hunt her slipping past me and set the blade between my teeth.
“Okay,” she hums timidly, turning her back to the shower curtain. “It’s, uh… You can…”
Icouldkeep going. She’s a lot of fun to play with. But I shoot her a wink and leave her be.
My heart drums a little harder, closing the door with the image of her hiking a leg up and playing with her pussy. I start to fucking brace my hand to twist it back open, but the pop of the lock engaging vibrates my palm and shuts down my idea of taking what I want.
Her. I wanther. So fucking badly.
I reach up and remove the blade from my teeth, oscillating my head between her bedroom and Cash eating chips and dip next to Aries smoking a cig in the living room.
The wood paneling already makes everything dark, but every single woman in this place acts like a vampire in the sun when someone flips a main light on. So, we cater to their wishes and move through dim bulbs that sizzle in old lamps.
They’re probably gonna explode. They sound like tasers ready to fuck someone up.
Growing more curious the longer I look at Bunny’s room, the shitty air circulating through the trailer sweeps under my feet and carries me through her open door.
Need to make sure she doesn’t have any more of these lying around.
CHAPTER FIVE
BUNNY
Stirring, the heat resting on my skin tugs me into consciousness. The sun’s spearing through the jagged gap in the blinds, slicing through the stagnant, torrid air.
It takes me a moment of adjusting my drowsy sight on the dust bunnies swirling through the glowing band, then the sun being awake before me pulsates adrenaline through my veins.
I bolt upright, kicking the sheets away from my sweaty legs and whipping my head over to the alarm clock that never fails me.
The glitchy time not being displayed pops my eyes wide open, my body hurdling over the edge of the mattress, scampering toward the broken clock.
“No-no-no-no. Oh, my God, no.” Snatching the clock up from the dresser between our beds, the cord doesn’t scrape up the wood.
Instead, the force I implement has me stumbling back with the clock in my hands—and what’s left of the cord sticking out the back.
Shock overcomes me, fossilizing my body in place and tunneling my vision on the clean cut that appears to be intentional.
“It’s so early, turn the lights off,” Ora whines lethargically.
I’m gonna have to run away. I’ll need a bag and some clothes, obviously food because I don’t know where I am or how long it will take me to find help. I can’t stay here. No. Carl’s going to lose his mind. He’s probably in the tent right now, waiting for me in the dark.
My hands become so cold they start shaking, rattling the split wire with every stiff inch it takes me to set the block of plastic down.
Maybe a mouse did it.
