That’s my job.
And why do she and Xene talk about my baby bunny in suggestive ways? Why would they draw up some fucked illusion like they’d actually get the chance to see her that way, get her clothes off and feast on her like she’stheirprey?
How long has Xene felt like this? Has Ora done anything to Bunny while she was sleeping? If not, would she? Was she sneakin’ fuckin’ peeks? Was Xene? Is that why he opened her door and gawked at her the other day?
I can’t sleep. This is irritating the piss out of me.
Gently pressing my lips to Bunny’s shoulder, I hesitantly slip away from her, silently getting out of her bed and moving across the room, before breaking my own heart by opening the door and leaving her.
It’s impossible to fight the temptation of looking back through the hole, just for another look at her, the girl I’ve been losing my damn mind over.
Legitimately. I’m almost certain I have chunks missing from my brain from how much time I’ve spent thinking about Bunny. In place of those pieces are visuals of her.
I said she tames me. That doesn’t make me any less insane.
The white comforter is tucked between her legs, and her hair is draped around her face, tousled up on the pillow, her loosely folded body garnered in a haze of moonlight.
I love you, Bunny.
Which is why I’m choking down my infatuation and heading down the hallway with adrenaline numbing my arms. Really, I think the only reason I didn’t toss the gear in reverse and peel out of the library when Bunny initially told me is because I was jacked up on getting alone time out in the normal world with her.
That doesn’t make it okay. So, don’t rationalize it, too.
Fucking hate me. I would. Ido. I only like myself when I’m with Bunny.
Sighing so deep it’s mute, I sneak into my own goddamn room, instantly targeting Ora being the big spoon to Xene’s little spoon. It’s not surprising. At all. I’m a little too numb to feel any way about it other than annoyed.
I don’t close the door all the way. I keep it open just enough for the edge of the door to meet the doorframe and take silent steps over to the side of his bed, my eyes carving through Ora’s exposed, sweaty backside.
She stirs, most likely from the uncomfortable presence looming behind her, giving me the upper hand by rolling onto her back.
She’s naked. But wrath doesn’t wait for your ass to be decent. No. The fury is rattling me down to my knees, my body shifting over hers until my face is the first thing she’ll see when my close breath wakes her up.
Ten seconds go by. Maybe thirteen. I don’t know, I’m not actually counting. It’s long enough for my eyes to get a little dry, so I’d say that’s in the ten to fifteen second range.
Her lashes jitter, cracking open around dark marbles that immediately shoot wide with horror. A yelp starts to slip through her nose, her throat bulging with an audible swallow to force the sound down.
“Hello,” I whisper.
She blinks, her body going stiff. “What’re you doing?”
“What’reyoudoing?”
“Sleeping.”
“Mm-hmm… I see that.”
She blinks hard, tensely yanking the sheet up her chest. “Can I fucking help you with something?”
“Yeah, I wanna know what your angle is.”
“Angle?” her brows plunge, her head shaking. “What fucking angle?”
My teeth bare, inching closer to her terror. “Bunny.” I tilt my head, trapping her in place with both hands on either side of her pillow. “Let’s start with the alarm clock. Why’d you cut it, huh? The fuck you think you’re doing messing up her schedule?”
Her brows tighten even more, her eyes flaring wide and her chest rising quickly. “Alarm clock? I didn’t touch her fucking alarm clock,” she whispers aggressively.
“Why’re you gettin’ defensive if you didn’t do it?”
