My phone beeped in my bag from the hallway. Before I could move, Kill went over and retrieved my stuff. The text was from Jessie, asking where I was. I texted her back, telling her I was going to stay home. While I typed, Kill left my room and closed the door.
I stared at the mirrored rectangle, wondering if I had imagined what had just transpired. Snuggling in my hoodie, I breathed in the lingering scent of Kill, letting it soothe me. With my earbuds in place, I buried myself down in bed, trying to relax enough to fall asleep so I wouldn't be in zombie mode the first day of school.
My door opened ten minutes later-not that I was paying attention to the slow-moving clock—a sober and freshly showered Kill stood in the doorway. He waited, most likely to see whether I would kick him out or invite him in.
I held up the covers on his side of the bed, and he smiled shyly. He climbed in next to me, grabbing me and pulled me to him.
“You have too many clothes on, Slick,” he said, trying to find the edge of my hoodie in search of my skin.
His words weren’t heated or full of lust, just a yearning to be close to me. I yanked off my hoodie, and stuffed it under my pillow, not wanting it to be too far away. He reached under my tank-top, his large, calloused hand sprawling across my lower back, holding me close to him.
He sighed when our flesh connected. “Much better.”
My insides clenched at being near him, and his hand seared my flesh. I had to take deep breaths to calm myself. The burning between my thighs spread throughout my body. When I got myself under control and I no longer felt like a brazen hussy, I put my leg over his, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling at peace. I listened to his heartbeat as it lulled me to sleep. Ever since he stopped sneaking into my bed, I hadn’t been sleeping well. Now, with him next to me, I could barely keep my eyes open. I yawned loudly, melting further into his body.
“Go to sleep; you have school tomorrow. I'm right here.”
I wanted to argue with him and tell him I wanted to talk about our missed weeks together, but my body had other ideas. The sleep deprivation I’d experienced the last three weeks hit me hard, and I was asleep in seconds.
