Page 54 of Delirium
I lifted my head, looking straight into the thunderstorm brewing behind his eyes.
“Storm?”
“Shhh,” he shushed me, closing his eyes. “I’m trying to be reasonable here.” I wanted to laugh, because it was obvious he was trying, but he looked constipated. “I’m trying to appease this ugly, green monster inside my chest, and I’m trying to explain to it that you wouldn’t be going to see Kieran, but Maya.”
“Hey.” I placed my hand on his shoulder, pulling his attention to me. “I didn’t choose Kieran, Storm,” I mumbled. “I made a mistake because I wanted to hurt you, but Kieran isn’t the one I—” I stopped myself.
We already told each other how much we cared for one another, how much we loved each other, but something stopped me from uttering those words now.
“I know,” he said, pulling me out of my misery. “I just… I don’t like the guy, okay? I don’t like the fact that he saw you naked, that he had you before me. I don’t like any of it.”
If the roles were reversed, I wouldn’t like it either. Hell, I killed Nova, for more reasons than only sleeping with him that one time, but still… I understood.
“You could come with me.” I shrugged. “I mean, you would need to come with me either way.”
“Sunshine.” He chuckled. “I’m not sure I’d be able to look at him and not punch him, or worse.”
“You can punch him.” I smiled. “I’m pretty sure he deserves it, but don’t kill him. He’s my friend, you know? He’s Cillian’s brother, and they both lost too much already. I wouldn’t want them to lose each other.”
He kept looking at me, mulling over the words, fighting with his natural instinct to stop me from going there.
“Fine,” he bit out and stood up, pulling me with him. “But I’m not promising I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“Okay.” I giggled, pressing against him. As if doused by a bucket of cold water, I remembered what I asked of him—to stay away from each other, to keep the distance.
Yet here I was, my body naturally going to him.
“Right,” I said, clearing my throat as I took a step back. “I’m going to need a functional phone as well.”
“Done.”
“And Cillian might come visit.” I grinned.
“Phee,” he growled, pulling me to him. “Are you testing my patience?”
“No?” I chuckled. “I might be testing your limits though. You’re very forthcoming right now. I don’t know what to think.”
“You’re a vixen,” he murmured, pinching my bare butt, earning a scowl from me as I swatted his arm. “Come on,” he said, walking toward the door. “I need to feed you and then we need to talk about some other things.”
“Other things?” I frowned. “What other things?”
“Things that need to be discussed when you’re wearing something more than just my T-shirt and when knives and guns are far out of your reach.”
“Storm,” I growled, walking after him into the hallway. “What did you do?”
“Just remember I didn’t do it to hurt you or anyone. I did it because I didn’t have any other choice.”
“Storm!” I yelled out after him as he walked in front of me, heading toward the stairs. “Get back here!”
I ran after him, but his stride was longer than mine. Even running, I didn’t catch him until we reached the stairs, him being already halfway down.
“You can’t just say something like that and walk away!”
“Come on.” He smiled up at me. “I suppose you’ll be more agreeable if I fill your belly with something more than my cum.”
“Storm!” I exclaimed, looking at the prospect standing at the bottom of the stairs, his ears turning red.
“What?” Storm looked at the young guy avoiding our eyes. “He’s heard worse than this. And I make really good pasta.”
