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It really would not be hard at all to flatten her against the hallway wall. I could easily pry the gun out of her hold. Yet, the thought of touching her again kept me standing still.
“Lost track of time,” I admitted before looking away. I couldn’t look at her wide eyes or flushed cheeks, not without allowing my subconscious to grow louder. I wasn’t even safe inside my own head.
Frankie stumbled backward, hitting the wall when I left the bathroom. Even with my back turned, I knew she wasn’t pointing that gun in my direction. What a trusting fool.
With no choice, I sat down next to the radiator. Before I reached for the chain, I flinched when Frankie grabbed it first.
Did Frankie think that just because she was holding a gun, she was safe? How in the hell could someone keep their guard down so much?
“I don’t want you wrapping it loosely and trying anything while I sleep,” she huffed out, noticing my stare.
I was too busy noticing the way her fingers felt each time she brushed my arm. I hardly even noticed the chain now. Though, I couldn’t miss the way she didn’t wrap it as tight as before.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised her, my voice growing strained.
“Not with these chains, you aren’t,” she agreed before snapping the lock closed. She snatched the key away, shoving it in her pocket.
“Can I use your first aid kit?” I asked, reaching back to peel off the bandage that poorly clung on. “I’d like to take care of my wound.”
“Did I do that bad?”
I lifted my eyes to look at her. Big mistake. Spotting the hint of a smile on her lips, I realized I was fucked.
Now I wanted to make her laugh. All so I could see if her eyes would crinkle when she smiled, or if she had any secret dimples.
No, I wasbeyondfucked.
Clearing my throat, I looked away. “You did fine.”
She stepped away from my reach and headed back toward the direction of the bathroom. Coming back with a first aid kit, she held it close to her chest.
“After this, I’m going to bed. If you try anything, just know I’m a light sleeper.” She chewed on her lip, looking away. “Do you need anything else? You’ll be stuck here through the night.”
“How about a pillow?” I joked, not expecting her to nod.
She passed off the first aid kit before moving back down the hall, slipping into the room opposite the bathroom. Returning with a pillow, she dropped it at my side.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” Twisting, she paused. “Good night, Marco.”
“Good night.”
Now alone, I took care of my injury. The wound wasn’t deep enough to cause any concern. Still had a throbbing knot that was impossible to ignore.
I was surrounded by darkness. The only sound was the crackling of embers from a nearby fire stove.
Knowing I had a long night ahead of myself, I tried to lie comfortably on the ground. Funny enough, there was a couch less than ten feet away. Why couldn’t she have picked something better to attach me to? Or even picked a longer chain?
Laying on my side, I stared ahead through the darkness.
I should’ve been using the time to think. I needed to strategize. Figure out who the fuck “Jimmy” was.
Instead, I was breathing in deeply, enjoying the way the pillow smelled. As a creep would. From the way I had my face pressed against the fabric, I might as well have my name written in as the definition.
Just because my wound wasn’t deep didn’t mean my brain hadn’t been raddled. My body must’ve also taken some damage.
My cock swelled after only the first lungful. Every part of me had to be confused.
I was pathetic. If Frankie was as light of a sleeper as she insisted, then she’d hear the way I was panting like some dog in heat. She’d hear the groans and grunts that left my lips as I refused to relieve myself.
