This explosive fallout obliterated all my insecurities. It was just him and I, and he tended to my pervasive emotions without realizing.
“It was just him and I.” Yeah, and Carl floating in the tank and the unsettling presence in the corner. Take the slip for your reality check.
“Bun?” Razor hums through the hole.
Getting halfway to my bed, I turn my back to the lamp, pushing down the ruinous swell stinging my eyes.
He’s resting his forehead on the door, angling his face just enough for his glossy eyes to collect spears of light, the dark mahogany pleading and kicking a flutter through my stomach.
This. This makes me happy. Being wanted.
But I’m coagulating.
“Yes, Razor?” I hum back, my eyes gaining extra weight.
“Will you please come out?”
He’s begging. And he looks so pretty doing it.
It’s manipulative. Then again, it wouldn’t be an encounter with Razor if my nervous system wasn’t confused.
“I just, uh, got really tired.”
“I have a bed.”
“I do too.” I gesture my thumb back to it, giving him a medicated smile.
His brows flatten and he gasps. “Oh, Bunny, you’re so fuckin’ sweet. I would love to.”
My face drops, confusedly looking around the walls. “What?”
Opening my door, he walks in with the cash box still in his hand, sharpening a wolfish smile my way.
“Wait, n-no. That’s not…”
I track him, helplessly watching him make himself at home, his shoes coming off at the edge of my bed and his body collapsing sideways on my mattress, like he’s posing for a scandalous magazine.
“Got a rack I can count this cash on?” He holds the metal box up, twisting it around with the same cutting smile.
He killed someone. Two people, actually. Possibly more. I shouldn’t want to spend time with him. And I shouldn’t be covering a grin or moving onto the bed next to him.
I think, uh… I think maybe our damage is woven. I’m just blind right now.
Sitting upright across from him, my butt close to the edge, I fold my legs up and avoid his amused study of me. “That’s a lot of money.”
“It is,” he agrees, setting the box in the middle of us. “You gonna tell me about Ora now?”
My heart plummets, my eyes blowing wide and turning back to the open door. I snap around to face him, whisking a hand up to brush the stray hair from my lips. “Razor… The door is open.”
His brows stitch. “She’s drunk and playing Candy Land in the kitchen.”
Reading my seriousness for a moment, he’s sighing and lunging up, moving fast across the room and closing the door, then coming right back to his original position.
“Truth. Now. Before I get it out of you another way they’ll definitely hear.”
Nerves constrict my throat, swallowing thickly and shifting my posture. I’m trying to go back in time to explain properly, but now my evil mind is creating vivid images of his bare, sweaty waist between my legs, hisskin rubbing my inner thighs and his cock stretching me, forcing my body to open around his shape.
He’d probably have his hand on my throat… He’d probably be biting and kissing my jaw and neck, maybe running a blade over my hip.
