Page 6 of Badd Love
Confused, I rolled to my back, away from her.
She twisted, rolling to follow me, and put her head on my chest. Huffed, nuzzled.
My heart clenched, flipped. What the fuck was going on?
I held still, frozen by sleepy indecision and confusion.
Her hand slid up my chest, found my mouth, and covered it. "Don't," she mumbled. "Just…shush."
"I…"
"Dane," she whispered. "Please. Don't say anything. I need this. Just this. Please."
“Okay, Linz. All right.”
I kept still, my arm around her shoulders, her soft breath slowly evening out as she fell back into a deep sleep.
I was a lot longer in returning to slumber.
I dreamed of Lindsey screaming, "GET OUT!" Dreamed of her on her knees, shaking, crying, but refusing to let me so much as touch her.
I dreamed a memory of that night we spent together—silver moonlight streaming through her window, bathing her naked body in quicksilver light, highlighting her lush curves, glinting off of her eyes as she smirked up at me while slipping sensuously down my body, mouth opening as she neared my aching cock…
The dream ended then, and I woke up with a start, seconds from coming.
"FUCK," I snarled, covering my face as I dragged myself back from that edge.
When I had myself under control, I glanced at the space beside me.
Empty.
On the pillow was a sheet of paper towel, scribbled on in neat, female block letters with a Sharpie.
There were three words:
It wasn't you.
Wow, what a relief.
I'm saved from my obsession.
Not.
I'm more confused and worried than ever, especially after her meltdown last night, or this morning.
I had to find her and figure out what was going on.
My phone rang—I slapped at the nightstand blindly, found my phone, and stabbed at the answer button without reading the caller ID.
"H'lo?"
"Dane?" It was a female voice I didn't recognize.
"Yeah? Who's this?"
"Raquel. Rune's friend?"
"Oh, right," I said, sitting up, confused yet again. "Uh, what's up?"
