“You don’t feel fine.” Her thumb swipes my cheek.
I don’t know why she’s so determined to soothe me when it’s the last thing I want.
Hell, everything I want from Nile turns filthier by the day. Infinitely more devastating.
After I’ve tasted her—after I’ve had her mouthy lips on mine—I haven’t been able to pry her peach perfect ass out of my head.
Her lush thighs spread wide, grazing my cock like a feather.
My face between them.
Ripping pleasure from her lungs.
A prelude to pounding her through the nearest surface.
Fuck, I really have lost my mind in this shit show today.
“I have a thought,” she says, pulling back. “Come with me.”
“Clee—”
“Trust me.” She grabs my hand, wrapping it snug in both of hers and pulling. Going with her seems like a better idea than sulking in an empty room with the knee pain from hell, so I give in.
I also don’t think she’d take no for an answer.
She damn near drags me upstairs, not letting go for a second, not even when I have to gingerly take the steps up. I jerk free when she leads us through Leonidas’ old room, into the huge master bathroom.
“Nile, what the hell?”
“Strip,” she says.
I stare at her.
Whole lifetimes go by.
Am I hallucinating now?
She just stares back, two vast unblinking indigo skies. “I know your ears still work, mister. Do it.”
“What’s wrong with you—”
“Holy hell.” Rolling her eyes, she grabs my elbow and hauls me the rest of the way up. “Just your pants, Holden. Your knee, you’re bleeding.”
I look down.
Besides being a creaky bucket of rusty nails, my right knee is a mess of blood. I didn’t even notice.
Didn’t stop to look down when I changed before the cops showed up. Didn’t notice the dark stain slowly seeping through my pants.
“Let me help clean it. Sit down.” She walks over to fetch an old first aid kit from the cabinet that probably hasn’t beentouched since her granddad was alive. “And stop glowering. I know you’re too stubborn to go to urgent care. If we just leave it, it could get infected.”
“I can clean a wound. Thanks,” I bite off.
She puts her hands on her hips and sighs.
“If you weren’t here for me, none of this would’ve happened. So let me help with the one little thing I can, okay?Humor me,Holden Hardass.”
I snort before I step into the massive walk-in shower and sit on the bench.Humor her, yeah.
