Sleep weighed heavy on my eyes, and I put out a hand, smoothing it over the sheets and searching for her next to me in bed.
But she wasn’t there.
I blinked, forcing my eyes open. Alarm set in as I turned over and propped myself up on one elbow, quickly twisting my head around to look for her.
And I immediately found her.
I relaxed, a grin lifting my lips as I watched her in the shower, the one that sat in my bedroom as a feature in my Delcour apartment.
Our apartment.
Within a month after everything had happened at the yacht, I moved her in. She slept here every night anyway, and since Will wanted to be close, we gave her apartment to him.
Kai, on the other hand, opted for distance. He bought an old Victorian on the other side of the city, and I wasn’t sure why. He could’ve had any apartment he wanted here, and I didn’t see the value in the black brick monstrosity he’d purchased that should’ve been condemned.
But for some reason, he wanted to be on his own.
Rika ran a loofah down her arms, soaping up her body, and I turned on my side, propping my head up on my hand as I watched her.
She must’ve sensed me, because she turned her head, smiling at me over her shoulder.
She placed her foot on the edge of the tub and bent over, running the loofah down her leg slowly and playfully, knowing what she was doing to me with her fake, innocent little smiles.
The rainfall shower fell over her body, but her hair wasn’t wet, since she had it tied up in a loose bun. And despite my growing erection under the sheets and the smell of her body wash filling the room, I stayed put, just watching her.
The reward for my patience would come soon enough.
Sometimes, I just had to watch her. I had to keep my eyes on her, because it was still so hard to believe that she was real. That she was here and mine.
I’d asked myself a thousand times how we got here. How we found each other and made it here.
She would say that it was Devil’s Night.
Without the events of that night, I wouldn’t have challenged her. She wouldn’t have learned how to be strong and fight back or how to own who she was and save herself.
We wouldn’t have been locked palm to palm, trying to push the other one down, and we wouldn’t have made each other the people we were now. Everything happens for a reason, she would say.
She would say that I built her. That I created a monster, and that somewhere during the blood, tears, struggle, and pain, we realized that it was love. That all sparks lead to a flame.
But what she failed to remember was…our story started long before that night.
I stand outside my new G-class, leaning back against it with my arms folded over my chest. I have shit to do and places to be, and I don’t have time for this.
Turning over my palm, I look down at my phone and the text from my mom again.
Stuck in the city, and Edward is busy. Pick up Rika from soccer practice, please? 8 p.m.
I roll my eyes and check the time on the phone. Eight-fourteen. Where the hell is she?
Kai, Will, and Damon are already at the party, and I’m late, because why? Oh, yeah. I guess being sixteen and finally getting my fucking license means playing chauffeur to thirteen-year-olds whose mothers can’t get off their drunken asses to pick them up.
Rika walks out of the soccer complex, still dressed in her red and white uniform and leg pads, and stops, seeing me standing there.
Her eyes are red as if she’s been crying, and I can tell by the way she stiffens that she’s uncomfortable.
She’s scared of me.
I hold back my smile. I kind of like how she’s always aware of me even if I would never admit it out loud.