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His voice cracks when he begins to speak, and he clears his throat. “Have you ever had your enemy’s dick inside of your mouth before, Xan?”
No, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. I keep this to myself and ignore him.
“So, I see we’re not going to act mature about this, as the silent treatment continues?” he asks.
I rinse off the dish soap and stack everything on the counter to dry. I open the door, just enough to see that the daylight is almost gone, and yet the snow continues to keep us stranded. At this point, they may not find us until next week.
I take a seat on the large chair and open up my phone. I have something to do since I can charge it with the electricity and begin reading, turning my back to Clark.
“Are we seriously not going to talk about how you attacked my cock and kissed me like your life was ending?”
I shake my head no. With a curse of something akin tofucking tool, I realize he’s seen me. I push from my chair every twenty minutes to check on the fire. Somehow, with my large-ass body, I find a way to lie down with my legs over the side. It’s how I fall asleep, attempting to find a way to further hate the guy. But, it’s becoming harder and harder.
* * *
I wakewith the warmth of the fire but I’m lying flat on my back, and not slumped over and squished into the chair like I remember last night. I open my eyes and light fills the cabin. Looking to the left and the right, I find myself in bed. How the hell did I get here?
“Good, you’re awake. Do you think you’ll speak to me today?” Clark deadpans, standing over me.
“Uh, how the hell did I end up in bed?”
“You were freezing last night. I was able to wake you, but you seemed out of it, and I talked your asshole self into crawling into bed. Don’t worry. We didn’t touch. But, you seemed to stop shivering.”
“Thanks. I don’t remember last night.” Meaning I don’t remember anything after I fell asleep.
“You mean, you don’t remember being a grade-A asshole last night?” he asks.
Can’t forget that. But it was my way of protecting myself. After all, he had a freak-out before the whole hand job/blow job event. If he were to reject me, I would find I cared about him too much, and about what it all meant. If I shut it down, I’m in control, and I can protect myself. I’m quiet but he’s not done.
“It’s weird, right?”
I let out a small chuckle. “Weird? What part, that you shoved me against the wall, or that I’ve taken care of you, fed you, had your cock in my mouth?”
“I guess all of it. But I don’t want to fight with you, Xan. We need each other. It’s going on two days, and I can’t imagine we’ll be found this weekend.”
But what I don’t say, and it’s the weirdest thing—I want to do it again. I wait for my revelation to hit me because it was fucking hot. He’s so fucking hot.
“Thanks for making sure I didn’t freeze to death last night,” I offer.
“Sure thing,” he replies. “Anyway, I don’t want to be accused of murder, you know.” It’s a tease, and he laughs as I do.
I push up against the couch, taking my phone with me, and begin reading when Clark slides in about a foot from me.
And it’s how we stay for several hours, me reading and him doing whatever he’s doing. And I can’t say that I hate the easy-going quietness between us. Now if he was just a little closer to me, then it would be perfect.
* * *
“Wantme to get something together for us to eat? The options are slim, but if you’re hungry, let me know?”
“Yeah?” he asks, a youthful smirk adorning his stupidly gorgeous face. “I mean, I can eat, and whatever you cooked last night was rather good.”
“Ah, is that a compliment from my enemy?”
“Nah, hating you really is too much. Plus, there’s that whole saving my life thing. I don’t think we should repeat what happened last night, even if it was fucking hot.”
He confuses the holy living fuck out of me.
“I know it’s fucked up after years of making each other’s lives unbearable,” he admits. “But, it will only further complicate things, and I’d rather not hate you for the rest of my life.”
