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He drops his hands and steps back, and it takes all I have to not reach for him, to not beg him to keep touching him. Folding his arms over his chest, he leans against the doorframe as he stares at me for a long moment.
“I can help you,” he says, his voice low, deeper and raspier than usual, speaking to something deep inside me. “I can help you get rid of the guilt. Would you want that?”
“How?” I breathe, and he smiles sadly.
“It takes a little outside pain to get rid of the pain inside.”
My stomach coils into a tight knot at the words. “Pain?” I whimper, and he dips his chin in a nod.
“Just a bit.”
“And it’ll get rid of the guilt?” I rub a soothing circle on my chest again, pushing deeper, trying to reach in and pull it out.
“It’ll get rid of all of it,” he says softly. “Just say the word, and I’ll help you.”
“Really?” I whisper, stepping toward him. “You’d do that?” Reaching out, he strokes his thumb along my cheek.
“You know I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.”
I melt into his touch, my eyelids fluttering closed. “Okay,” I breathe. “I’d like your help.”
There’s a brief pause, his finger stopping before he pulls it away. Then his mouth is on my cheek, kissing me gently. His lips trail to my ear, his breath sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. “Get on the bed and wait for me, sweetheart.”
I swallow thickly as he pulls away, the sunlight too bright against my eyes. We stare at each other for a beat, then his mouth tucks up in a grin before he disappears.
Turning toward the bed, I hesitate. Wait for him on the bed? When he said he could help, I didn’t think he meant he’d fuck the guilt from me. A part of me doesn’t care. I’ll do anything to not feel like this anymore.
I crawl onto the bed, memories of last night with Nikki flashing through my mind. I still can’t believe I did that. My eyes close at the realization that I not only made out with a girl, but I was fully ready to fuck her, too.
In front of Roman.
My phone vibrates and my heart lurches into my throat. As I reach for it, I almost anticipate seeing his name on my screen. But when I flip it over, I smile to myself at the messages.
Oli:
What the hell happened last night?
Oli:
Have you seen my marsupial?
I move to type a response, but Isaac’s steady footsteps fill the quiet, empty house, and I toss my phone back onto the comforter. Turning around, I kneel on my bed, facing the door as I wait for him.
His shadow slowly approaches, his hands full. I squint to see what he’s carrying, and when he steps into the doorway, my eyebrows twitch together.
“Rice?” I flick my eyes up to him, a sarcastic grin spreading across my face. But when my gaze meets his, my body goes cold.
Gone is the warmth he just had. Gone are the golden eyes.
It’s Isaac, but it’s not.
His eyes are black again, almost as black as they were last night, and his body is coiled tightly, so tight he’s about to snap.
“Clothes off, temptress.”
I blink at him. “What?”
“Take your clothes off,” he repeats. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
