“Let’s take a bath,” he suggests. He helps me to my feet and ignores our clothes. He leads me back out of the basement and up the stairs to the main floor before heading up another flight to the second floor. I’ve never been to his house before today, and I must say it’s a nice house. Not as big as his dad’s, but nothing small either.
Once we walk into what I assume is his room, I stop, causing Devon to jerk to a halt too. He glances over at me and then follows my gaze to the wall.
“When did you take that?” I ask, knowing damn good and well that wasn’t taken since we’ve been together.
“A while ago.”
“I haven’t worn that jacket since we’ve been together, Devon.”
“You think I didn’t notice you until then? I’ve seen you before, Caydence.” On the wall is a picture of me. I’m not looking at the camera, but I’m smiling at someone. It had to be Megan. It’s such a candid photo.
“And you took that?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I like looking at beautiful things, and I needed something to jerk off to until I got you here,” he laughs. I can’t pull my eyes away from the picture. I can’t believe he took that, and I didn’t even know it.
“I …”
“Are you angry?”
“No. It’s just weird,” I tell him. He pulls my hand to his lips and presses a kiss before dragging me along to the bathroom. He begins to fill the tub, sitting me on the edge while the water runs.
“Is it really bothering you that much?” he asks, standing in front of me naked.
“No. I just wasn’t expecting it,” I admit. He nods his head, and as soon as the water is ready, he ushers me in. He climbs into the opposite side and sits across from me.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” he urges.
“You seem to know everything.”
“I’m sure there’s something I don’t know,” he adds. I shrug.
“I’m pretty sure you know everything,” I tell him. He nods his head and stares at me. “What about you? What don’t I know about you?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I’ll be honest and answer any questions you have, Caydence, but there are some things that are off limits,” he replies.
“Such as?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“The dead guy,” I mumble, not wanting to say it too loudly. Devon nods his head. I kind of figured that would be a subject we wouldn’t be talking about.
“It scared you.”
“Shouldn’t it?”
“No. I was fixing a wrong. I was making it right,” he tells me.
“At first, I wasn’t sure how to get past it. I saw what you did, and I couldn’t believe I was seeing it. Then I thought about it, and it made sense in a way. You were trying to do right by me.”
“Remember you said that, Caydence.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, keep that in mind later.”
“You’re going to do it again,” I gasp this time. Something devilish crosses his features, and he doesn’t need to answer. I can see it all over his face. He is planning on killing again, but who?
“Don’t ask me questions you really don’t want the answers to, Caydence,” he warns as if he could read my mind. Inod my head, and we both sit in silence. I don’t know what else to say to him. He’s all but admitted he’s going to kill again, and I’m still sitting in his bathtub. What kind of sick fuck does that make me?
