I place my knife down, working her clit with one hand and then dropping lower with the other so I can push two fingers inside her.
Her entire body sags back against mine as I play her to orgasm.
“Cole, oh God. Cole,” she cries as her body convulses.
My cock aches for her. But I can’t let myself get inside her again. I fear that if I do it again, my addiction is going to become more dangerous than it already is.
She twists in my arms, throwing her legs over one of mine. My eyes drop down her body and my chest swells at the faint red scratch marks running down her torso before she tucks her face into my chest. The move probably wouldn’t mean much to others, but to me, it feels more intimate than what I just did to her.
“So tired,” she whispers, nuzzling against me.
With my arms around her waist, I move us both back until I can lie her down on her bed. She immediately curls into me, her arm locked tightly around my waist, her nose just a whisper from mine but her eyes already closed.
“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t leave me.”
I have no idea if she’s already asleep or not, but those words hit me like a baseball bat. She has no idea what she’s asking for, keeping the likes of me around.
If she thinks I’ll protect her, then she’s very much mistaken… because I have no chance of protecting her from myself.
“Hads?” I whisper, testing the water, but she never responds.
I take her in as she sleeps. She’s so fucking beautiful. Too fucking beautiful.
Her long, light lashes rest down on her cheekbones, and her full pink lips are parted just slightly. I lick my own, remembering just how sweet they taste, before dropping my eyes down her sinful, curvy body.
Fuck, without even trying she brings me to my fucking knees.
Reaching down, I drag the sheets up and reluctantly cover her to stop her getting cold. But I don’t get up, not yet.
Instead, I allow myself a few minutes. Just a short amount of time to pretend that we’re both normal. Just a boy and a girl in bed after a night of fun.
I think of my knife lying at the end of the bed. Probably not most teenagers’ idea of fun, but fuck if it didn’t get Hadley wet.
I have no idea when it happens, but with her warmth pressed up against me and her scent filling my nose, I drift off to sleep easier than I have in years.
Fuck.
I wake with a start as a hand drifts across my stomach. The sensation of skin on skin has my eyes wide open and my heart trying to pound out of my chest.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I breathe, looking around the pink room as my racing heart starts to calm.
I’m not in the trailer. I’m not a kid. And it’s just Hadley touching me.
Lifting my hand, I rub it down my face.
I have no idea what time it is, but outside is dark and the building is in silence.
Slipping my cell from my pocket, I see that it’s just gone three AM. I just slept for more hours at once than I have in… for as long as I can remember.
Gently, I lift her arm from me. I immediately miss her contact, but I know I can’t stay. I can’t be here when she wakes and possibly gets the wrong idea.
I slide from the bed, thankfully without waking her, and shove my feet into my sneakers, ready to slip out of her dorm room hopefully as unnoticed as I arrived.
I’m just about to turn for the door when the photographs on top of her chest of drawers catch my eye.
Almost all of them are of her and Remi. Absolutely no parents in sight. She really must hate them.
I know I shouldn’t, but after checking that she’s still soundly sleeping behind me, I begin pulling open each drawer and rummaging around in the hope of finding some of the answers that she won’t give me herself.