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“What is going on in that crazy head of yours?” he asked. “Don’t try to pretend you’re just thinking or any of that shit. Tell me.”
“Okay, erm … here goes. I wish we didn’t have to hide in a supply closet for my first time. I wish we could have been on an actual bed where the threat of the outside world wasn’t a real one.”
He put his hand over hers, and she watched him. He was a handsome man. He had a few scars but she found it gave him character more than anything.
“Do you really think if we’d been in the real world, you’d have even looked twice at me?”
Sasha paused. “You don’t think I would have.”
“We’re from completely different worlds. I don’t think for a single second you would have looked at me.”
“Wow,” she said, sitting up and turning to him, giving him her full attention. “Is that really how you feel?”
“It’s what I know.”
“I can’t believe this. You really think I’m just some goodie two shoes daughter? Someone who didn’t have feelings or if I did, I’d be wanting the jock or something like that?”
“You were still in high school.”
“Malachi, I don’t think you even realize how fucked-up you sound,” she said, getting to her feet. She had to get out of there. Before she even made it to the door, though, he was there, hand on her arm, stopping her from moving. “Let me go.”
“No. Look, I like you, Sasha, really like you. I don’t know if our past lives in the normal world would have ever collided. I’m not a good man, never have been. With you, you make me want to be good. You make me want to be all the things I thought made me weak.”
She turned to face him, leaning against the door. “You’re not a bad man, Malachi.”
“I’ve done a lot of bad shit.”
“Like kill people? Join the club. You’re not the first nor the last that has killed people. I’ve done it as well. It’s something we’ve all done.” She sighed. “I don’t want to get in to this with you.” She’d just lost her virginity. She didn’t want to start talking about all the men she’d killed.
It wasn’t many but it was more than one and even that number scared her.
“I know,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter how much you think you’re saving me or protecting me. That life I had with my parents, it’s gone. I’m never going to get it back. You can keep comparing the two of us, and trying to figure out some way to make this less real, but it’s not going to change what has happened between us. We are real. We are very real, and it’s not going to change anything.” She cupped his face. “I need to get some sleep.”
He didn’t let her go, though.
Malachi cupped her face and kissed her hard. She let out a moan, wrapping her arms around his neck and wanting more. Even as her pussy pulsed from their first time, she didn’t care about the pain.
The pain meant she was alive, and as she was, she wanted to be with him again. They could be dead at any moment. Would it really be so bad to have another moment?
“I’m not going to fuck you again, Sasha.”
“But?”
“No buts. The next time, you’re not going to be sore, and the next time we’re going to be able to explore one another and I’m going to make you come so many times that by the time I get my cock in you, you’ll be begging for more.”
She licked her lips and nodded. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good, because I like it as well.” He cupped her cheek. “Sorry for being an asshole. I don’t think I could have ever imagined having someone like you in my world.”
She smiled. “Is this the world that you say we wouldn’t cross in?”
“Yeah. Here’s the thing, Sasha. If you’d crossed my path before this world went fucked up, I would have stolen you away and kept you for myself.”
“Why is that?”
“You know why.”
He didn’t say anything but she knew. Deep down she knew Malachi had feelings for her that went beyond caring. It was deeper than love. Deeper than anything two people could share.
They had seen pain together.
Killed together.
And held each other when they needed it most.
No one could take that away from them.
“I loved being with you.”
“Even if I do let Tree Man stick around?” he asked.
She giggled. “Even then. I know I don’t trust him, but he seems to know what he’s doing when it comes to surviving and we can’t fault him for that.”
“Nope, we can’t. His riddles drive me crazy though.”
“He’s the man of the riddles.”
“And nothing we can do about it.” He held her close.
“We still can’t stay in the closet.”
