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“Do you want me to take off the belt?”
“When you want to,” I told her. “Now come lay your beautiful body on me. And kiss me like I’m the last man you’ll ever kiss.”
Angeline’s eyes went wide.
I wasn’t sure where those words came from. Somewhere deep inside, so deep that I didn’t recognize the source. I was disconnected from it, still. And whatever spurred it, it wasn’t calculated. It was an impulse. An urgent desire for her to be as wrapped up in me as I was in her.
Because the last several days? I’d thought of little else but her.
She spread herself on top of me, fitting her naked body to mine like I told her to, and she kissed me.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Angeline
Iwoke up in the night to the bed moving.
“Johnny?” I gasped out in half-sleep. The bed wasshaking.
Johnny’s bed. I’d finally stayed the night with him like he’d asked me to. After having dinner with Shayla, I’d snuck back over here.
He gasped next to me. The sound was sawed off, like he was choking.
I reached out for him in the dark, my heart thudding with instinctual alarm. When my hand touched his back, he startled. He was already sitting up.
He sucked in a violent breath, a terrible, strangled sound. Then he exhaled in a burst and started panting. “Fuck.”
I sat up. I couldn’t see him well in the dark. “Johnny? Are you okay?” I ran my hand up the back of his neck, gently. He was damp with sweat.
I could feel him moving, maybe rubbing his face as he breathed raggedly.
“You had a bad dream, I think. Are you awake?”
“Yeah.” He sounded anguished.
I shifted closer.
“It’s okay,” I told him softly. “It’s just the stress…”
“What…?” He sounded disoriented. Or maybe like he’d finally really woken up. I wanted to see him, but it was so dark in his room at night.
I knew he had to be stressed about things with Breakneck. Yash had laid out the whole situation for me at our meeting the other day. Johnny had seemed so calm and cool about the whole thing, and the last few days had been a delirious blur of mindblowing sex as we spent every possible moment together… but I should’ve known. I should’ve known he couldn’t be taking it all that well. To me, it sounded like he was on the verge of a potentially huge legal battle.
And for all I knew, maybe he was feeling guilty about sneaking around behind Shayla’s back, too. I knew I was, but we hadn’t really talked about it. Shayla was preoccupied with the Players video shoot this week, but that didn’t make it okay.
“Do you want me to turn on a light?” I asked him.
“No.” He pulled away. I felt the bed move as he relaxed back into it all at once. He blew out a breath.
“You weren’t breathing well,” I said softly. “It was like you were suffocating. You were holding your breath.”
“I’m okay.”
I waited, but he didn’t say anything else, so I lay down again. It didn’t sound okay. His breathing had sounded… pained. Jagged.
Violent.
I could feel that he didn’t want to talk about it, though. Maybe he was still half-asleep. I felt him pulling away, even when he didn’t move again. His breathing was returning to normal. He didn’t move toward me for comfort, though.
