He was looking.
He pushed her to her knees.
The gun was out.
He looked up, right at me.
And he smiled—my chest squeezed.
I’d forgotten.
I’d forgotten!
Bam!
I jerked upright. Someone was screaming.
It was bloodcurdling.
“Hey.” A soothing hand. Down my hair. “Hey. Hey, Bailey. Baby.”
Whispered and frenzied kisses.
I was rolled over.
There was still screaming. More shaking.
Then sobbing. Hiccups.
It was me.
I was the one screaming.
“Bailey!” I was pushed down, and a body came over me.
I froze, the same panic as before. My fists were up. I was fighting. Shoving.
I had to get free.
I had to get my—
“Bailey!”
A mouth came down over me.
It was Kash.
That was him.
It was his mouth kissing me.
That got through.
Everything quieted, except there was a pounding. A thumping sound.
I gasped as Kash lifted his mouth. He ran a hand down my face, a face that was sweating.
Sweat mixed with tears.