I shivered from the cold, but I didn’t bother covering my body.
I would sleep like that, naked in my little corner of secure solitude.
I was just shutting my eyes when I felt her small, cold hand wrapping around my abdomen.
Selene plastered herself against me, her breasts pressed against my back.
My cock perked up at this feminine touch, ready to get some more of Babygirl’s attentions.
I wanted to push her away, to shrug her off, but she felt strangely good there.
Secure.
She would never take advantage of my sleeping state to hurt me the way that Kim had done.
“Goodnight,” she whispered, pressing a warm kiss to my shoulder. I breathed in raggedly at the sweet gesture.
I wanted to reciprocate, but I didn’t. Instead, I rested my head down on the soft pillow and shut my eyes.
Selene was a refuge for a restless soul like me. That was why I called her my Neverland.
Then, at last, I fell asleep. Feeling no fear.
* * *
I got up with the sun and fled to the shower.
Cleaning myself was my favorite part of the day because it allowed me to purge my body of sweat, sex, torments…all the things I carried inside as well as on my skin.
Once I was finished, I went back into the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around my hips, careful not to make any noise.
Tinkerbell rested on her side in the middle of the enormous bed, gloriously nude.
Her auburn hair spilled out around her, and one hand was clenched into a fist and pressed to her lips. She’d hooked one arm over my pillow and held it tightly, like she needed me or something of mine even in her sleep.
I knew the pillow was permeated with my smell; it seemed she wanted to breathe it in even when she was unconscious.
I smiled. It was very sweet.
I wanted to go over and kiss her, but something inside held me back. An open display of affection like that was too far out of the norm for me.
I shook my head to clear it and went into the kitchen.
I needed a black coffee.
I had seriously just fucked her without even bringing up the issue of Player and how he was targeting her again. Like the giant bastard that I was, I’d thought only of my own pleasure.
While I made the coffee, I tried to think of some way to excuse my actions.
I wasn’t bound to her—at least not in the way she thought.
I could no longer tell whether I was denying an inner truth that I nevertheless knew was there or if I was fully acknowledging that truth and acting indifferent to keep it compartmentalized.
I rucked up my hair.
There was one thing I was entirely certain about, though. Whatever feelings I did have for Selene were in direct opposition to the reality I’d built around myself.
She had become an obstacle, a burden, a return to the past, because love had already wounded me. Had destroyed me.
