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“Come on you,” Nyx laughed, shaking me again.
A drop of water hit my cheek next. I swiped it away and abruptly sat up. I glared at her, shoving my fingers through my
hair.
“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t do it,” she defended, pointing to the ceiling.
My eyes shifted up, seeing the tile above me was browner than before and wet.
“It’s raining,” I stated the obvious. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the XL reached my ears before I even opened my mouth.
“We should get going. Something feels off.” She held a hand out and helped me stand up, nudging me off my blanket so she could refold it.
I watched her; a tad envious she could look so good this soon after waking up.
“Where’s everyone?” I questioned, belatedly noticing we were the only two people inside the station.
“Loading the truck up and getting situated. Your Venomous Prince demanded you be allowed to sleep in,” she explained in a sugary sweet tone.
“Lots of good that did seeing as you’ve been a complete bitch in the mornings since we were five.” She gave me an affectionate grin when I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t think five-year-olds can be bitches, Nyx. And my Venomous Prince?” I raised a brow.
“Yeah, I woke up and dude was watching you sleep with this…look on his face. I can’t explain. It was hot, considering it was coming from that Schlanger.” She shrugged.
“Zane is not—.”
“Zane is not what?”
His husky voice sent heat rushing to my cheeks. A shiver trickled down my spine as I sensed him coming up behind me.
In a bold move and what I assumed was him further cementing his claim, he slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me back into his chest.
“What is with you and constantly putting your hands on her?” Nyx groaned.
“Addy doesn’t have a problem with my hands. Do you, princess?” He murmured the last part in my ear before placing a kiss on my neck.
I jerked away from him so fast I almost tripped and landed on my ass. I couldn’t believe he just said that. Then again, he didn’t strike me as the type to have a filter.
Nyx’ brows slammed together in confusion. “What did he do with his hands? Er, please don’t answer that. It’s too early. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I exasperated. “We’re nothing,” I avowed, staring straight up at him.
Admittedly not easy since all I could picture were his fingers inside me, tongue in my mouth, and the way he’d wrapped his hand around my throat.
However he felt about me rejecting him again, was hidden in the mischievous glint in his eyes, and the smirk that touched lips I now knew were soft as velvet.
My stomach flipped in what I couldn’t be sure was apprehension or anticipation of what he would do to me next. His smirks weren’t portraying amusement; I was quickly starting to learn.
They were merely preludes of violent delights and slow, thorough mind-fucks with ominous words.
“She isn’t a morning person is she?” he asked Nyx overtop my head, breaking our connection.
“Not at all,” she answered wistfully.
“Coffee?” he offered me the tin-can he was holding. I peered inside and saw a nearly black liquid. The aroma of caffeine taunted my senses a second later, making my mouth water.
“Where did you get this?”
