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Nothing.
“Come back to me.”
His chest jerked against mine, the movement slight at first, then rough and uneven as he sucked in ragged breaths.
I let my heavy head fall back to the mattress, a ghost of a smile pulling at my mouth.
I kept my eyes trained on his as that lifelessness disappeared and was replaced with a mixture of worry and exhaustion.
His eyes darted everywhere. My face and chest, my body when he lifted his enough to look, and then finally to my arms. As soon as he saw it, his expression fell and eyes shut as a jagged curse escaped him.
“I knew,” I whispered. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I’m holding a knife against you,” he said roughly.
I glanced at my arms and at the knife flat against one of them. When I looked at him, my smile was wide and unrestrained. “And there’s not a scratch on me.”
He looked at me like I’d lost my mind.
Well, more so than usual.
“How are you smiling?”
As soon as the question left his lips, it was all I could do to hold on to the smile that had been so effortless just seconds before.
All I could think of was how I was about to obliterate my heart.
All I could feel was the pain in my chest, rapidly spreading.
All I could see was the disgust Kieran had once looked at me with.
“Because I knew you could do it.” I forced something like a laugh from my lips. “And because I never imagined I could enjoy something so much.”
He released a weighted breath and dropped his head to my chest. After a few seconds, he leaned forward to gently kiss my bottom lip. “Not completely unharmed.”
I tentatively licked there, noticing the sting, and forced a grin. “Told you I wasn’t breakable.”
He kissed me again, slowly and thoroughly, before sitting up and bringing my arms to rest on my stomach.
The knife sliced through my
shirt as if it was air and was quickly dropped on the bed beside me.
A sound of protest left me too late. “You’ve destroyed almost all of my bras and shirts.”
The corner of his mouth curled into a boyish smirk, his pale eyes meeting mine. And then he winked.
The action and expression so carefree and so unlike him that for a second, I wondered if I could put off leaving for another day . . . or forever.
“I’ll buy you more,” he murmured as he removed my shirt and began unwrapping the chain. “Or you can just stay in nothing but my . . . shirts . . .” The offer slowed and trailed off, his body tensed as he stared at the tops of my forearms.
I couldn’t see, but from the ache that had pounded through my arms when he’d released me, I had a feeling I already knew.
“Kieran, no,” I pleaded, my voice soft.
“How hard was I holding you?”
“It didn’t bother me—”
