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Don’t look at his abs.
Don’t look.
Don’t—
I look, and he stalks toward me, lifting my chin up with his finger and making a point to close my open mouth.
Asshole.
“Why are you wet?”
My cheeks heat, and I fight a shiver as his warm fingers make their way across my icy cold face.
“I went in the pool.”
Even though I’m not technically lying—I did go in a pool, just not his pool—I think he knows I’m hiding something. He doesn’t call me out on it though.
“Did you hurt yourself?” he asks instead, his eyebrows pulled down as he dips his head down to my leg.
I blink at him, confused at his concern for me. “Do you care?”
“Not even a little bit,” he whispers, a wicked smirk on his lips as he shoves my face away and leans over to grab his bag. He shoulder checks me on his way to the stairs, almost knocking me over with the force of it. “Clean the blood off my fucking floor.”
I catch myself on the railing, waiting for the sound of his bedroom door closing before I grab a rag from the kitchen and do as he told me to.
10
NATE
He doesn’t lock his fucking door.
Every night since he got here, I’ve tried the handle and found it unlocked, sneaking into his bedroom to watch him sleep. Right now, I’m standing by the open window, smoking the cigarette I stole from the pack on his nightstand.
He doesn’t even smoke.
I’ve seen him ripping up cigarettes and tossing them into the trash when he thinks no one’s looking, but I haven’t seen him actually light one up and take a hit.
I grit my teeth and turn my head to blow my smoke outside, remembering the first time I caught him and my sister behind the garage when they were fifteen, the little punks, laughing and whispering to each other as they passed a cigarette back and forth. I lost my shit and kicked him out of the house, but all he did was laugh. He was probably thinking this is nothing, man. You should see what else I’m gonna get her hooked on.
I wish I’d killed him.
I wish I’d have known back then so I could have done more to stop him.
I wish he was dead instead of her.
Flicking the roach outside, I close the window and move over to sit on his bed next to him, silently pulling the blanket down to reveal his body. Lying on his side with his leg hooked up, his lean arms are wrapped around his pillow, his dark hair hiding his face from me. He’s wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a black, short sleeved crop top, the hem resting just below his sternum. I’ve caught him wearing skimpy little outfits like this a couple times before, but only ever when it was just him and Katy. He’d never wear something like this in public. God forbid his dickhead father finds out he’s got a queer little fairy boy for a son.
I graze my fingers over his stomach and up to his chest, stopping at the barbell I feel on his nipple. He’s got both pierced, I realize, and I hate it.
I hate how hot he is.
I hate how hot he makes me as I swirl my finger over the metal.
He doesn’t flinch, so I move my hand a little lower, not caring if he wakes up and catches me touching him. He sleeps like a fucking corpse, so it’s not likely.
Grabbing his knee, I carefully spread his legs and squint into the darkness, studying the small bruises all over him, glaring at the fresh cut I find on his inner thigh.
I don’t know what happened to him tonight, but I want to.
