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It was cold, but I’d endure it. His comfort meant more to me than my own.
Since when? a voice inside me taunted.
Since right fucking now.
Getting on the cot again, I spread my shirt over the space he’d been occupying. It wasn’t enough to cover everything, of course, but it was only his arms and face that were exposed to the bed. The rest of him was protected by his clothes.
“Best I can do, princess.”
“You’ll be cold.”
“Come over here and keep me warm.”
I left him to stare and stretched out the rest of the way, lying on my side as I had been before. He came forward, and my stomach flipped, knowing I’d won him over. The metal legs creaked under his added weight, and I prepared myself to grab him and roll if the thing suddenly collapsed.
It held, and he settled on his side facing me, tugging so my shirt was the only thing that touched his skin. I started to roll to my back, thinking he could use my shoulder as a pillow, but his hand fell onto my waist, stopping the movement.
“Stay like this,” he whispered, scooting just a little closer.
I was fucking putty for him. Literal goo. Never in my entire life had anyone claimed me so fast, earned my loyalty so decisively.
Rolling back onto my side, I laid my arm out, palm up. He settled his head in my hand like he knew exactly what I intended. His ear was cold against my palm, and my fingers curled into his hair, rubbing over the prickly strands of his undercut.
Breathing became unnatural when his knees brushed against my lower half as he brought them closer to his chest.
His eyes never left my face as he curled himself into a half circle right against me, the vulnerability of the position piercing my heart. It was as though he couldn’t keep from protecting himself but was willing to let me do it too.
My free hand fell between us, fingers twisting into the hem of his shirt and creating tension in the fabric as I anchored him to me.
“Can you whisper?”
My eyes flew to his, but he was actively avoiding my stare.
“They took my AirPods,” he said for the second time tonight. “That sound…” He shuddered, pressing his hand over his exposed ear.
It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. I had to really focus on the room around us. “The dripping pipe?”
He shuddered again.
“You like whispering?” I asked, feeling another of his secrets unlock.
He went silent a moment, then, “Sometimes,” the reply so shy it made my heart beat faster.
Unfisting his shirt, I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him in until his knees were crushed between us. The hand already cradling his head tugged him closer, and I brought my lips down near his ear.
“If you want me to whisper, I will whisper.” I spoke in a breathy, soft tone.
I felt his surprise, and he even tried to lift his head. I kneaded deeper against his scalp. “Listen to me now, princess,” I whispered again. “Listen.”
He stared, his bottomless eyes guileless and captivated. Never in my life had anyone’s attention been so heavy.
“The clock is broken. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Time doesn’t matter. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Be a good boy and relax. Relax…”
The hand covering his ear slid away.
“Good boy. Relax.”
Tension seeped out of his body, and honestly, it was a fucking rush. Knowing the sound of my voice was calming him, knowing he was focused on me and me alone… Fuck those drugs at the party. This was my addiction.
