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I grabbed her hand that was resting on my arm. “Come here.”
“Damon.”
Scooting over, I patted the empty bed beside me as I propped my head in my hand. “Plenty of room. Tell me more.”
Silence followed, but I heard a little shuffling. Nothing pronounced like movement, but it was something.
“What are you doing right now?”
“Nothing.” She answered really fast. “Um…nothing.”
The bed dipped as she climbed on it, but not much. Just then I remembered when I held her in my arms she felt small. “How tall are you?”
“Five-two.”
So she was small, I’d guessed right. “Hair?”
“Yes. I have hair.”
“Now who’s the funny one?” I reached out to push her shoulder, but my hand met something much softer, and I felt her tense so I retracted my hand. “Oh, shit. I totally copped a feel, didn’t I?”
She gasped. In that instance, I realized something: she hadn’t ever been with someone, had she? I could tell it by her kiss, too. It was shy and reserved.
Damn it, if she had panic attacks, maybe a guy had hurt her in the past. And here I was cussing up a storm, touching her, kissing her. She kissed me right back, so she must have been okay with it, right?
“Totally awkward moment here,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Surprisingly, she lay back down. “And my hair is blond.”
“Short, too.”
“My hair is, and I am, too. You are what, about six feet?”
“You’re too kind. Five-eleven.”
“You can round up when you’re that close.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. She had an awesome sense of humor. “Tell me about what you did back when my head was splitting open.”
“It’s my safe place. I figured you needed to go there with me.”
“You needed to?” I worked up the guts to reach out to her again, aiming for the top of her head. If I was off a little I’d touch her face, which was what I really wanted to touch.
My fingers landed on her smooth forehead. Tracing along her temple, I found her cheek and urged her to face me. “Yeah. I got a little freaked when the headache hit.”
“But you know the kiss was awesome, right? Just really shitty—er—sucky timing.”
She laughed. “Yeah. The kiss was…nice.”
“Nice?” I closed my eyes and lay back, feigning embarrassment. “Nice? The kiss wasnice? I’m going to have to do better.”
“Wait. No—I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” She rested her hand on my chest, and I grabbed it.Yes, I’d actually grabbed her wrist like I’d hoped. She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Safe place?”
“When I get scared or anxious, I have to go there. And I didn’t know what was happening to you. Hated that you were in pain. You’re better now?”
“The drugs they gave me took care of it.” But it left me feeling detached. I hated that. I once loved it more than my next breath back when I was addicted, but now it scared the shit out of me. “Don’t let them give me any more. Better yet, will you do me a favor?”
