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“Why did you want to fall?” he asks.
I bite my lips between my teeth, causing Khaos to look back up.
I’d be lying if I wasn’t wondering what he meant when he said I didn’t mean literally, but I wasn’t going to ask him because I knew it’d lead to this.
“Um, well, I saw you…”
Keeping up the silent routine, he patiently waits for me to continue.
“And you were…scary. It was dark and I didn’t recognize you…”
His frown deepens.
“Right away,” I quickly add. “I was sort of hoping it was just a bad dream, and I heard falling in your sleep can jolt you awake so…” It’s as close to the truth as I’m willing to go. And sounds somewhat plausible. I hope.
I probably should’ve left out that part about not recognizing him. I was literally touching his lips. But technically, I didn’t recognize him…at first. I really thought it was the demon-version of my mom.
“I scared you?” His intense focus causes me to tug on my hood by my ear.
“Only because I thought the house was empty.” He did leave after our swim.
“Guy’s not here?”
My headshake is minimal.
Khaos smirks. “Makes sense.”
I’m glad it does to someone because it certainly doesn’t make sense to me. It’s been hours and I still haven’t gotten so much as a text from my boyfriend.
“What does?”
His answer doesn’t come right away as his eyes search mine, then finally, he shrugs. “Pussy shit.”
And we’re back to Guy being a pussy. Sometimes it feels like he’s talking in circles.
“This isn’t your blood, is it?” I ask him.
He barely even glances at the rag before shaking his head.
“Whose is it?”
Another noncommittal gesture for answer.
“The guy that mugged you?”
This gets a weak nod.
“Did you use a weapon on him?”
“What? What kind of weapon?”
“I don’t know. A crowbar or something.”
Now Khaos is the one leaning back to eye me skeptically. “Where the fuck would I get a crowbar?”
“I don’t know, okay? But…” I gesture at his pristine knuckles. “Your hands don’t look like they’ve been used for…vengeance.”
I swear the badass in front of me snorts. “Vengeance.”
