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“When doyousleep?” she asks.
“When I can’t stay awake any longer.” Sleep isn’t something that comes easy to me. Insomnia is a bastard but one I’ve learnt to live with.
Lucy blinks her eyes at me. “Stay. Come on, you need to sleep too.” She lifts the blankets on the empty side of the bed and gestures for me to climb in.
My eyes widen. “Either you’re still trapped in your nightmare and sleep talking right now. Or I’m the one dreaming here.” Even as I say this, my feet seem to have a mind of their own as they approach the bed.
“Get in before I come to my senses,” she says.
I pull my shirt over the back of my head and toe off my shoes and socks. I don’t dare remove my jeans. If I’m this close to her cunt, have this much access to her body, I don’t trust myself not to slam my cock into her while she sleeps. Whether she wants me to or not.
I lie on her bed—something I thought about doing many times but never dared to follow through on. Rolling over, I face Lucy. She stares right back at me.
“Why don’t you sleep?” she asks again.
“Because my brain doesn’t know how to shut down.”
“Mmm, you just have to close your eyes,” she says while demonstrating. Her breaths are soft and even as her eyelashes flutter just slightly.
My fingers brush the hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear. “I’d rather spend my time looking at you than staring at the blackness behind my lids,” I tell her.
“That’s creepy but also somehow sweet,” she murmurs, shifting her body closer to mine. I stiffen when she’s right up against me. Her face right next to mine. “Dominic?”
“Yeah?”
“This is the part where you wrap your arms around me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear until I fall asleep.”
“Sorry… this isn’t exactly my wheelhouse—or something I’ve ever done before,” I admit, before tugging her body even closer to mine as I hold her tight.
Lucy snorts. “You’re way too talented with that tongue and those fingers for me to believe you’ve never been with a girl before.”
“I’ve fucked plenty, Little Bee. I’ve just never slept next to anyone. Never whispered sweet nothings in anyone’s ear.”
“Tell me something no one else knows,” she says suddenly.
“I think you’re either my saving grace or my greatest demise. I’m not sure which yet.”
“I’m no one’s saving grace, Dom. That much I know for sure.” She snuggles her face down into the crook of my neck.
“You are now.” My hand absently runs through her hair. I close my eyes, my tense muscles settling in alongside hers. I hear her faint snores, her body completely relaxed and at peace as she rests in my arms. This is something I never thought possible. Never considered myself capable of. It’s a scenario I never imagined would become a reality.
She’s so vulnerable right now. At my mercy. I could do anything I wanted and there would be nothing she could do to stop me. I could really hurt her. End this game. My misery. My obsession. But even as I realize all this, I realize something else…
Those thoughts are not nearly as enticing as they once were.
TWENTY
I wake up from what has to be one of the best sleeps I’ve had in weeks. Alone. I could have sworn he was here. I reach out beside me. The sheets are cold. But when I roll over, burying my nose in the pillow, I can smell his scent.
It wasn’t a dream.
I invited the monster into my bed and lived to tell the tale. I’m relieved he’s not still here. I don’t know what I’d say to him in the light of day. I selfishly let him hold me last night. I took comfort in being wrapped in his arms. I was able to fall asleep quicker than I can remember ever doing. And the things he said…
The things I said…
It’s too much. Whatever this fucked-up connection is between us, it’s intense. I wonder if this is what all the great love stories are based on. Then again, all the great ones—the best ones—tend to end in tragedy. Dominic keeps insisting we’re destined to destroy each other. But like a moth to the flame, I can’t seem to stay away.
I should call a locksmith. Change out my keypads. Look for a new apartment. Move interstate or go into bloody witness protection to get away from him. Although, something tells me he’d find me no matter where I’d try to hide.
