My gums ached, my stomach cramping as I remembered our last encounter. When I’d fucking lost control and bitten him.
It’d been heaven.
It’d been hell.
“Okay. You can keep your secret for now.” Finn’s tone was playful as he reached for my hand again, taking a step back. “Now come on, if your kitchen is basically a showroom, I don’t need to see it. Show me the parts that you actually live in.”
I could do that.
“Let’s head upstairs.”
Where it was safer for him to explore.
Chapter 20
Finn
Eric’s room looked exactly how I’d imagined it would look, yet at the same time, it looked completely different.
I’d been wrong about the colors. I’d expected there to be a lot of white. That it would look sleek and modern. Eric gave off these stoic, serious vibes that bordered on cold, and I thought his room would reflect that.
And it did.
But instead of shiny white with black accents, there was a lot of natural wood mixed with blues.
Calm. Stoic. Somewhat classic.
I turned my head, taking it all in.
Contrary to my apartment, where everything was one big room, this looked like a real bedroom. As in, there wasn’t that much here. A bed, a couple of dressers, dark wooden doors leading to a walk-in closet, a door leading to an en-suite bathroom, and a TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed. There was a lamp standing in the corner, right next to the window, and a side table holding a luscious-looking plant was placed underneath a mirror in a thick golden frame.
And then there were the curtains. Heavy, dark navy, fully shut curtains hanging from golden curtain rods. I’d seen similar ones—though green, not blue—in the living room. Hell, there’d been a black one behind the fucking front door. And, if I remembered correctly, brown ones in the kitchen too.
“Are you allergic to sunlight, or what’s going on?” I joked, nodding at the curtains.
Eric turned even paler than he usually was.
“Actually… uh… yes.” He nodded, balling his hands into fists at his sides to hide the slight tremble I’d noticed. “It’s, uhm… a permanent side effect of my accident.”
I blinked.
“You gotshot, and now you havelight sensitivity?” I asked, furrowing my brow.
That did not sound correct.
“Yeah?”
Was heaskingme that? He should be the one to know about his condition. Was he trying to pull off a joke?
“Really?”
He sighed. “It’s hard and complicated to explain, but yes, I’m extremely sensitive to sunlight. Which is why we have those blackout curtains everywhere. And it’s extremely important to keep them in front of the windows during the day.”
I blinked. This sounded less and less like a joke.
Instead, it sounded more and more like a weird-ass lie. But…
“You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re not trying to pull my leg?”
