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I turn around and get out of there, closing the door behind me and trying to breathe. My neck feels constricted and my chest seems too heavy to lift. What the fuck is she doing here… in my cabin… in my space? She’s supposed to be at Skid’s.
Moving away from the door, I rush to the kitchen and start to clean her mess before I lose my head to compulsion. I wash and dry the plate and the knife, before putting them in the right place. Then I clear the coffee table, wipe it over and take out the trash. Once I’ve straightened out the plastic on the couch and sorted the bathroom, everything is back to how it should be. Well almost, there’s nothing normal about the fact there's a fucking girl in my bed…
I lock myself in the bathroom, and rest my ass on the edge of the bath, taking long, steady breaths while I figure out what to do. What is she even doing here? She can’t stay here. Why would she even want to when she has a perfectly good space of her own over at Skid’s?
I put my overalls and clothes in the wash and shower myself off, my body smells like bleach, bonfire, and chargrilled corpse. And I take my time making sure I rinse away every trace of the day, I scrub beneath my fingernails with a nail brush before I scrape it all over my skin and lather myself in suds. It usually takes this and a hot Dettol bath for me to feel normal after a clean-up, but tonight a scorching shower will have to do. I still have to figure out what I’m gonna do about the cold-blooded killer that’s sleeping in my bed.
Slowly creeping into my room, I take some underwear out my top drawer and pull them up under my towel. I flick on the bedside lamp and take a good, long look at her. Asleep, she looks so different, almost peaceful. Her soft blonde hair is splayed out all over my pillow while she hums sleepily, and I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I end up stepping forward and sliding in beside her.
I lie beside her, frozen, the feeling of having someone in my space is unfamiliar. The closeness between us overwhelming, and I wonder how long I’ll stand it for. This is a whole new kind of test for me and I feel fucking everything. Her heat radiating close to mine, the sound of her sleepy breaths, and how it touches the side of my cheek every time she exhales. But somehow, the longer I lie here, the calmer I become. Having her here is nothing like I imagined it to be, nothing at all.
“Does it freak you out that I'm here?” Rogue's lips move, but her eyes remain closed.
“No,” I lie, because I’ve come this far and for some strange reason, I really don’t want her to leave.
“Good,” she whispers, turning her head away from me and shuffling her ass a little closer to my thigh.
How has it taken me this long to realize that she’s wearing my fuckin’ shirt?
“And don’t worry, I ain’t gonna kill ya in ya sleep,” she adds in a sweet sleepy voice that contradicts her words.
“That's reassuring,” I manage, reaching my arm back to flick off the light. The room fills with darkness, and her soft breaths and the thudding in my chest are the only sound I hear.
But there’s something about having her close that pleases me… and for now, I guess it’s okay that she’s here.
When I wake up, Grimm is still sound asleep. Somehow, he managed to spend the whole night in bed beside me and avoided making any form of contact, despite me silently yearning for him to slip.
I use the time to appreciate him while he sleeps, he actually looks kinda cute with his long eyelashes and the tiny cross tattoo that's inked just under his left eye. There’s no denying that Grimm is beautiful, with his prominent features and chiseled jawline he almost doesn’t seem real. And looking at the silver ring through his slender nose makes me really want to get one too.
His lips look as though they’d feel soft; they’re deep, pink and so fucking tempting. It would be so easy to reach a little closer and touch them with mine. But I don’t want to freak him out. Something tells me I’ve already pushed Grimm’s limits far enough, and it surprises me what efforts I’ve put in to get his attention.
I move quietly, tiptoeing my way out to the kitchen, and helping myself to what I need from the refrigerator to make breakfast. Grimm shows his face a little later, standing in the bedroom doorway wearing just his underwear and a tee. His arms are crossed over his chest and his tongue rolls inside his cheek as he watches me moving around his kitchen.
His hair is unusually messy, and sexy as fuck.
“Tough night?” I ask, my cheeks automatically lifting into a smile for him. This doesn’t have to be weird, people eat breakfast together all the time.
“Well, someone gave me quite the mess to work on yesterday.” Grimm rubs his eye with the heel of his palm as he steps closer.
“Take a seat, I made us breakfast.” I point the spatula I'm holding toward the table and notice how he looks over the kitchen counter behind me. His eyes stretching wide when he sees the empty shells and spilled egg whites.
“I’m totally gonna clean that up when I'm done,” I promise, lifting up my shoulders and offering an innocent smile that I’m hoping he won’t be able to resist. He does nothing to hide the look of disgust on his face, but he does pull out a chair and sit at the table.
I place a full plate in front of him before taking the seat opposite. Grimm's eyes fall onto the plate of food, then travel back up to me again.
“Sorry, do you like, say grace or summat?” I don’t have Grimm down as a religious guy, but when it comes to him, nothing would surprise me.
“You don’t wanna talk?” he asks, still looking shocked. Jeez, I’ve only made the guy a breakfast, isn’t like I’ve used his toothbrush or anything.
“Sure.” I shrug. “What’s your preference, piston head or cylinder? If I had a bike, I’d definitely go for a piston—”
“I meant about yesterday,” he interrupts me, I hate it when people do that.
“Not really.” Shaking my head, I lift up my fork and pop a slice of crispy bacon inside my mouth. In my opinion, yesterday is done with, Eddie is dead, there’s no reason to let him ruin today.
“You don’t wanna know what I did with him?” Grimm looks confused, and it’s a cute look on him.
“No,” I answer, before a thought suddenly creeps inside my head. “…Unless you wanna tell me about it.” I bite my lip seductively, maybe this is the kinda shit that gets him off.
