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“But what happens if you let them in? You show them your deep, dark secrets, and they love you anyway?” he murmurs.
This time, it doesn’t feel like he’s asking me. We fall into silence again. I shift in my saran wrap a little, finding that’s starting to cause me more pain than comfort.
“I brought some scissors, I’ll cut you out real quick. Stay still.” Stone sets about methodically cutting the bindings. He takes his time and is extremely careful to not bump me with the scissors or miss in his aim. Once they are all removed, my muscles immediately begin to come back to life and the buzzing from them being asleep burns.
“Try not to move quite yet, give yourself a few minutes to acclimate. You should take a long bath after this and drink a lot of water. You will probably pass out and sleep well tonight. The adrenaline from the attack causes a pretty gnarly crash afterward.”
I keep myself tucked in but slowly start to move my small muscles, testing out the waters. Even moving my fingers hurts.
“How do you know so much about this? The guys said you're brilliant but you speak like you know from experience.” Stone shuffles next to me and laughs quietly.
“I’m a Sadomasochist, Ella. I utilize BDSM techniques regularly and Shibari is one of them. That’s a form of what I just did to you,” he answers plainly as if all those things he just said should make sense. The only thing I recognize is BDSM and I know it’s something to do with sex. Like really strange sex.
“So you’re like, really kinky?” I blurt, and then immediately wish I could go back into my cocoon of safety and invisibility. Stone surprises me by bursting out in laughter.
“I guess you could say that sweet girl,” he murmurs. “Come on, let’s get you up. You need to move before your muscles start to lock up. You worked out before this, didn’t you?”
I nod and slowly start to elongate my limbs, stretching out my legs and then my arms. “Yeah, I ran a few miles. I can’t help it, I’m going stir-crazy locked in here like a mental patient.”
“Well, you kind of are one. You just had like a level five meltdown,” he jokes, and his laughter is just as sweet and soothing as his warm voice. It gives me instant goosebumps. I decide then that I want to hear it more often.
“Yeah well if I’m crazy you must be too since you knew how to fix me,” I snark back.
He chuckles and extends his hand for me to take and I’m immediately drawn to the fact that it’s tattooed. I grab onto him with both of my hands easily fitting in one of his. He pulls me up and my muscles protest the movement.
I slowly look up as I smooth the chaotic, sweaty mess of my hair and take in his body for the first time. He’s wearing chucks and ripped black jeans. His legs are lean and toned beneath the tight-fitting pants. His belt is studded and he’s wearing a charcoal grey henley.
For some reason, I’m nervous to see his face. So far, the other three men that live in this gangster frat house have all been stunning. Obviously, I think that since I’m fucking obsessed with all three of them. Stone almost feels like a fictional character at this point. I’ve been hearing about the man for weeks, but I’ve yet to see even a photo of him.
Drawing my eyes up the remaining distance, I finally get my first look at him. I fight to hold in a gasp.
He’s fucking beautiful.
His skin is light like mine, his hair is dirty blonde and wavy. It’s tossed to the side and messy in a way that says ‘I just can’t be bothered'. He has a short beard that’s slightly darker than his hair. It’s well-groomed and clean-cut, unlike Nyx’s. He has tattoos that extend up to his throat.
He has gauges in his ear, a nose ring on one side, and a stud on the other. There’s a slight dusting of freckles on his cheeks that remind me of mine but where mine are dark brown, his are golden flecks. His jaw is covered by his beard but his lips are full and pink. He really is stunning. But nothing,nothingis as beautiful as his eyes.
His eyes are a shade of blue that I cannot even begin to describe. They look like the ocean, meeting the sky after a storm. They are bright and piercing and they are currently open wide and staring directly at me in a way that almost has me wanting to take a step back.
“Mi Cielo?” he chokes out.
Stone
“MiCielo?Doesn’tthatmean ‘my sky'?” she giggles, her brows furrowed.
She is staring at me with questions written all over her perfect, beautiful,familiarface.
What and the fuck is happening right now? She is not here. She can’t be because she fucking died.
She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead.
I am somewhat aware of the fact that I’m staring, slack-jawed as I struggle with conflicting emotions.Too many emotions. Confusion, awe, shock, amazement, terror, outrage.
But the most prevalent emotion right now isloss. Extreme, intense, overwhelming amounts of grief.
She’s alive? After all of this time, she’s been right here in the same fucking city as me and I didn’t know about it. How did I not know? I looked and searched for years upon years. I never stopped trying to find her, even when everyone said she was dead. Even when irrefutable proof by means of a child’s remains were right in fucking front of me.
How is this possible?
