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“Why do you care?”I typed out before deleting the entire thing.
“Why are you asking?”I sent instead.
I set my phone down on the couch. Ishouldn’tcare. I shouldn’t care about whether or not he texts me back, or why he was asking me those questions.
I don’t care.
I glanced down at the phone.
What was he doing? Why wasn’t he texting me back?
It was completely absurd—thinking about him that much. I finally felt like I knew how those stupid little girls felt in all of those movies Natalie made me watch.
And it fucking sucked.
I stood up and walked to the kitchen before I could send another stupid text.
He doesn’t care about you, Lyra,I thought to myself.You’re acting like a damn fool.
The phone buzzed again. My body instantly reacted, moving to pick it up. If I had even an ounce of dignity left, I wouldn’t have opened it. I would have waited an hour, or maybe two, before seeing what Alek replied.
But because I had not a single bit of dignity left in my entire body, I opened the text.
“Wouldn’t want my new toy getting bruised up.”
My breath hitched in my throat.
I threw the phone back onto the couch before I could type anything back, leaving it there for the rest of the evening.
Every single thought I had that night involved Alek’s hands on my body in the darkness of the abandoned warehouse.
I could still imagine the way his hands ignited across my skin. The way he held me, spoke to me.
I wanted him. I hated that I wanted him, but there was also a part of me that didn’t care at all. Alek was everything I had been afraid of, yet he was everything I had been missing.
I glanced over to my phone on the couch. I should just text him. Text him and tell him how I really felt.
Alek clearly had no problem helping me with my situation. He wanted to touch me just as badly as I wanted him to.
So what the hell were we doing?
If he wanted me just as badly…
No.
Letting him touch me was foolish, and it wasn’t going to go anywhere. This was all part of a deal. Letting him kiss my neck in the closet of a dark warehouse was not part of the deal, and it certainly wasn’t going to help me.
Yet even still, the memory of Alek’s hands on my bare skin lulled me into a deep, dreamless sleep.
ChapterThirteen
The tapping on my window sounded different than usual.
I took my time crossing the dark living room, creeping toward the closed glass panel.
“Lyra,” a familiar voice whispered. “Lyra! Let me in!”
I slid the window open, finding Alek standing outside. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed. “Someone’s going to see!”
