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I agree, looking at the pink strands of hair that fall over my shoulder and tickle his chest, “You did. I’m glad I asked.”
“Stinks like fuck, though. Dad’s going to keep the windows open for a month.”
I giggle. “Your dad loves me, he’ll forgive me.”
Nok holds his pink-stained hand up to the light and sighs. “If you ever tell anybody I helped you dye your hair, I’ll shave your eyebrows while you sleep.”
I look at his trimmed dark hair around his dick after lifting the blanket. “I’m still disappointed it didn’t even slightly tint your pubes.” His half-hard cock gives a little twitch as I assess it.
“If you ever tell anybody I let you do that I’ll shave your hair as well as your eyebrows.”
I laugh as I bury my face into his neck and drape my leg over his. “I still can’t believe you let me do it.”
I just wanted to make his dick look as unicorn as possible, but the pink didn’t do anything but stain the skin at the base of it. I’m still in shock that he let me, but then I was sucking him and kissing him as I did it. Not an easy task in any shape or form. It’s how he ended up with dye all over his hands because he forgot I had it in my hair and grabbed my head when he came on my tongue.
So fucking hot.
When he yawns again, I kiss his cheekbone. “You can sleep if you want to? I won’t mind.”
He blinks slowly, his eyes drifting closed before I even finished my sentence.
I watch him drift away from me, a longing in my heart to feel the kind of peace he’s displaying. I’ll never feel that kind of peace, there’s a noose around my neck and a guillotine ready as a backup. I’m shackled to my past and the horrific things I’ve done. It’ll catch up to me eventually, and when it does, I dread to think.
When I’m with Nokosi and he’s smiling at me, looking at me, talking to me, touching me, I do forget. If only for a little while.
My eyes close too and I lose myself in the same slumber boat that ferried him away moments ago.
I’ve never felt safer than when I’m in his arms.
“Lily!” Willow calls. “Lily, come on. Hurry up.”
I sit up, feeling clammy from the warm air.
“Lily, seriously, Mom’s waiting for us, she’s getting annoyed.”
I climb out of bed in my nightgown and race to the window. My ottoman is beneath it, the fabric covering made from a dark green velvet, full of my toys and stuffed animals. I rest on it on my knees and peer out into the darkness. I swear Willow’s voice came from the front yard. But why is she awake at this time? She’s scared of the dark, there’s no way she’d go out there alone.
“Lily,” a hissed voice comes from behind me, breathing across my neck and across the back of my head.
I jolt and turn, pressing my shoulder blades to the windowsill.
My room is empty and still, there’s nobody in sight but the shadows painting the pink walls.
“Willow?” I whisper, clearing my childish thoughts. “Willow, is that you?”
I step down from the ottoman, letting my toes wriggle in the soft plush rug on my floor. My heart rate spikes. I don’t feel good.
I run across the room and dive into my bed, clammier now than before and I pull the blanket over my face, breathing harshly in the dark pocket of space between my knees and head.
Footsteps creak in the hall. Tapping sounds on the door. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. A constant noise, like the point of metal hitting wood.
When my door creaks open, I cover my mouth and stifle my sob. I’m so frightened. So scared.
“Lily,” Willow whispers, pulling black the blanket suddenly, showing me the room now full of angry eyes.
Men twice my size stand along the walls glaring at me, their bodies dripping blood, their necks snapped, their eyes lifeless.
I scream but she covers my mouth with her hand, stopping me from making a noise. I thrash as she climbs into bed with me and presses my face into her chest.
“It’s okay,” she soothes. “Just ignore them. Look at me. Ignore them. They can’t hurt you. They can’t hurt you. They’re dead already. Ignore them.”
I sniffle and sob, trying to keep quiet, terrified they’ll get me.
“They’re dead,” she breathes. “They can’t hurt you now. They can’t hurt any of us.”
I groan and roll onto my back, feeling sweaty and gross. My heart is pounding so loudly I can hear it over my ragged breath.
“What’s wrong?” Nokosi asks, leaning over me to brush my hair from my sweaty forehead.
I bat his hand away and look around his bedroom, different to the one in my dream. “I need a shower.”
