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As I walked to the other side, her phone lit up. It buzzed against the table’s surface, but the number was unlisted. I ignored it and moved in beside her and held her firmly beneath me. She was scared and hurt. Someone violated her privacy and ripped away her sense of security. It would end at that. There would be no next phase, and she wouldn’t be a name in someone’s casefile. No one would take her from me.Ever.

Chapter 12

October 25, 2020

Bexley

I woke up and noticed I was under something soft. My eyes were closed, and with how euphoric it felt, I was convinced I was still dreaming. My hands were gliding over the top of it. They came up toward my face and that soft feeling turned fuzzy. Or rather,hairy?

My eyes popped open.

I was trapped under Jai with no way to move.

I don’t want to.

I was on my back, and he covered my torso, embracing me in a snug, sleepy hug. I did a quick physical inventory. Shirt? Check. Underwear? Check. Bottoms? I couldn’t tell what I was wearing, but there was more clothing. I focused on other sensations down there but was also untouched. My shirt rode up overnight, and his hand flattened against my exposed skin. My face heated as his fingers smoothed over my stomach.

I’m fine.

My head pounded and my cheeks felt stiff. I blinked the tired dryness from my eyes. We hadn’t been drinking, which meant I went through another emotional breakdown.

My paperweight of a friend stirred, and his hands dragged down the sides of my body.Jai…My mouth refused to work.

He nestled into my chest, moving upward. His nose nudged against my collar, and he planted kisses on the side of my neck. His fingertips gripped me to the point of bruising. Groaning, he stopped beneath my ear.JAIDEN!

“Bex,” he whined. Moving down my jaw, he continued the kisses. I almost got lost in it myself until his sleepy face pulled back. Tired eyes registered the scene, and the sexy sly grin vanished. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. In my lusting daze, I focused on that deep timbre.

He pushed back, and my body immediately craved his warmth. He folded into the bed, his head now resting on my knees.Honestly, I don’t think that makes the feeling any better.

“I am so sorry, Bex,” he mumbled into my legs and the comforter. “I wasn’t awake. I’m so sorry I upset you. I promise I’m not like—”

“Jaiden.” I tried to stay serious, but a laugh bubbled to the surface. His beautiful jade-colored eyes looked up at me through dark hair. “It’s okay. I’m not upset.”

“You’re not mad?” he breathlessly asked.

“Why would I be mad?”It’s you. I want you to do that to me a thousand more times.On a braver day, I would’ve said it.

“I mean, I was all over you. And I started kissing—” he rambled. His voice was gruffer in the morning, and it carried a pitch I still couldn’t place.

“It’s fine, I promise.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the top of the bed. He didn’t resume his morning musings, but he brought the warmth back as he enveloped me.

“We didn’t do anything, I promise,” he mumbled again and hugged me tighter, keeping his head at my shoulder. “We came back, and you were upset when I came to check on you. I had to deal with Callum first, but you cried yourself to sleep. I did put my shorts on you, though.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” The memory flashed back, showing I was distraught and at a loss.

“Never be, it’s perfectly fine,” he assured as his thumb swirled a spot on my hip, and I swore it was a habit to touch me somehow when we were together. “I felt shitty not being able to do anything.”

“Don’t, it’s not your fault.”

“I think it is, Bex.” He sat up and peered down at me. “How’s your lip?” he asked, gently brushing against it.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, dragging my hand up his chest. Jaiden looked massive beneath it as I moved over each muscle.

“I really think we should talk abou—” He was cut off by a loud knocking on the door.

“Bexley?” a panicked voice called from the other side of the door. Jai moved his body above mine and grabbed a handful of the sheets to bring them to my lower half. We watched the door, but it didn’t open.

“Detective Bishop?” I asked when it registered.

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