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The locking sensation in my chest intensified, and it kicked into high gear noticing Aspen. She’d visibly shrunk in her seat, and where she’d been bold and confident before, she wasn’t now. In fact, all confidence had wiped away from her dark eyes, and the only thing there was something chillingly familiar. Again, I knew this girl’s fear.
I’d seen it every day for an entire summer.
“Remember that in case you want to start getting ideas,” I said to her, wondering why I fucking cared that she was scared of me. She should be, and maybe if she was, she’d wise the fuck up about some things. She shouldn’t be here at all. I pointed at her. “And if you’re going to be here, going to school here, get some fucking security.”
She needed someone to watch her back. There were plenty of fuckers around here who’d want a piece of her, and that was outside of the fact she’d actually been threatened.
Aspen jolted. A surprise flashed across her pretty face that didn’t at all surprise me. I threatened her, then told her to get security in the next breath. That was probably very confusing for her, but that was in the realm of normalcy for me. My relationship with Aspen Davis was hella fucking confusing and always had been.
Another text came in, the same text, and instead of waiting for Aspen’s response, I left. I didn’t have time to deal with anything else right now. My gram needed me, and I was skipping the rest of my classes today to drive back to my hometown.
I had milk to buy.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Aspen
Unknown: Told you, you’d know if I was after you, snowflake. It was too easy to get access to you. In fact, it was as easy as blinking for me.
Unknown: Now, get some security. I’m serious.
The texts came two days after I saw Thatcher Reed and didn’t make good on my threat about calling the cops on him.
I should have. This was apparent because I currently sat in my dorm room watching the video that came with the unknown texts. It was at night. Last night. I knew because of what I wore.
He was in my room.
Sickness swirled as I watched a video of me wriggle beneath my sheets. I tossed and turned in my silk bonnet and oversize T-shirt, but it wasn’t hard to figure out what I was doing under the bedding.
I was… getting off. My hand hit the sheets in quick time, and it didn’t matter I had no memories of this. I didn’t recall fingering myself into oblivion. I’d been sleeping.
Oh, God.
I watched myself through squinted eyes, my moans quiet but so obviously escaping my trembling lips. I knew they trembled because he got up close.
Air escaped my lungs, my heart threatening to beat out of my fucking chest. I almost threw my phone, unable to look at this anymore…
But then the finale came. Ironically enough, it did when I had. One solitary word left my lips as my hips rose and my body locked. The word was soft, aroused.
“Thatcher…”
I threw my phone then. Hot bile threatened to charge up my throat, and it took all I had to keep it down. There was no way I said what was in the video. There was no way.
But the evidence was there.
Thatcher Reed had captured it. I mean, that was me in this room.
Holy fuck.
The only explanation for my behavior I could come up with was that my subconscious thoughts obviously held on to him. We’d had great fucking sex, and my body remembered that.
That was all.
I wasn’t insane like him, and with trembling hands, I grabbed for my phone. I nearly called my mother, but stopped.
I can’t call her.
