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He sighs deeply and brushes his nose over my ear. “Not now. Let’s just let our demons sleep.”
I turn my head to look at him in the darkness. There’s just enough light from the sky outside our window that I can see his eyes. What I see there is fathoms deep, swirling with ghosts, and more than we could probably unpack in a lifetime.
Why does it feel like I’m looking in a mirror?
God.
I blink and close my eyes before I let something out that I shouldn’t.
He quietly says, “Tomorrow is a new day.” His fingertip coasts across my brow, brushes my damp hair back from my face. “You still didn’t get a shower.”
I chuckle huskily. “I got railed in the shower.”
“But you didn’t get to shampoo your hair.”
“I’ll live. Besides, I’m not sure if I could stand up for very long right now if I had to.”
“No need, you’re right where I want you.” His tone is sleepy and makes me wonder what his morning voice is like. I bet it's delicious.
I stretch along his side. Nuzzling closer. Refusing to think about how much I like the way he feels.
I’m fighting an inner battle when he whispers, “Guess what?”
“I can only speculate what you might be thinking.”
“This bedisplenty big for two.”
“You better not snore.”
He chuckles warmly against me, sighs, and seconds later, he’s out.
I stare into the darkness, sure that sleep will never come. Not tonight. Maybe not ever again.
But when I stir again, birds are singing outside the window. The sun is bright, and Lucas is sitting in a chair with his head in his hands.
When he looks up at me, the softness he had in his eyes last night is gone. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know who I’m looking at.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
No matter how much I dreaded this conversation, my discomfort didn’t stop the clock from ticking down.
Camile stirs and bolts upright in the bed, fists clenching the blanket I covered her with. The color in her cheeks is gone a second later. “What’s wrong?”
Shit.
I scrub my hands over my face again. “Plenty.”
I’m not a gentle man, but even I know that I should probably have eased her awake for this conversation. The rustle of bedding is followed by the sound of her feet on the tile as she approaches me. When I’m done clenching my eyes closed, I open them to find myself looking at her bare feet.
Slim, delicate feet with pretty toes. A memory of them hooked in my thighs makes me flinch.
Is this the last time I’ll see them… and the rest of her?
She touches my shoulder, just a light brush as if she’s testing the feel of a wild animal’s fur. “Lucas, please, you’re scaring me. Did something happen with the man… the guy who tried to drag me away?”
“Scout has him. I’m going to interrogate him shortly.”
Her hand flinches and she jerks it away from me. This time, I let my gaze move up the curves of her naked body to her face. The pain I see there makes me feel like a real dick. I just made a bad situation even more fucked up by not telling her more quickly this isn’t about having sex with her.