Page 11 of Run and Hide
Mia lifts her head with a yawn and taps my shoulder, but I don’t put her down.
I don’t want to.
“Lily,” she begins, looking up at my face. “Cy, put me down.” Her little eyebrows scrunch, probably trying to be intimidating, but it only makes her look cuter. I can’t help but let out a snort as I obey her.
“Mia! Are you okay? I tried looking everywhere for you. I thought you might’ve run back out, so I went to look, and you were nowhere. I’ve been waiting here ever since,” Lily says, rushing to Mia and pulling her in for a hug.
“I’m more than okay,” Mia replies with a smile.
“You must be ready to go. Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.” Lily grabs her hand, but Mia steps back.
“Actually, you can take my car. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” Confusion washes over Lily's face as Kian and I step up behind Mia, ready to take her home and never let her go again.
“O-oh! Oh! Okay, got it.” She looks between Kian and me, that scowl falling back in place. “You hurt a hair on her head, and I’ll find you and castrate you. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know how to kill you and not get caught,” she threatens, and Kian bursts out laughing.
“Don’t worry, dollface. She will be perfectly safe. I’ll have Mia send you her location once we get back to our place. That way, you’ll both feel more comfortable.”
After we part ways with Lily in the parking lot, we walk over to Kian’s truck.
The drive back to our place doesn’t take more than a few minutes, but within that short amount of time, Mia has dozed off on my shoulder.
Chapter eleven
Mia
I’m jostled awake whensomeone lifts me from the truck.
Kian.
“We gotta get you clean, little crow,” he mumbles as he walks up the steps to their house.
The sound of running water hits my ears as we cross the threshold, and I know Cyrus is already starting the shower. Yup—I want a nice hot shower right now.
Kian carries me to the bathroom, and Cyrus reaches into the giant walk-in shower, testing the temperature. The tile is cold under my feet as Kian sets me down. I put my hands up in the air, only for him to strip me out of his shirt.
I’m naked once again, but this time, it feels different.
More vulnerable.
Naturally, I raise my arm to cover myself to the best of my ability, but Kian stops me.
“Don’t hide from us, Mia. Every single inch of you is fucking perfect.”
Before I can reply, he takes his mask off and tosses it on the counter behind me, running a hand through the strands of his dark brown hair.
Holy fuck.
Kian’s eyes are dark and unpredictable, like a rainstorm. The longer I look at him, the more I have to ask myself if he’s even real. A small smile graces his face as he watches me watch him, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Deep dimples dot the sides of his cheeks, and I slide my eyes over his high cheekbones, his jaw that could cut through anything.
He’s perfect.
Kian’s eyes fill with hunger, but Cyrus steps up next to him, breaking the trance.
“Let’s get you clean, baby.” He grabs my hand, and I go willingly, because if not, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep myself from touching Kian.
Stepping into the shower, hot water hits my tired body, and I sigh in relief. My eyes close as I lean my head back until I feel hands grip my hips.
My head snaps up, and my eyes land on Cyrus—there’s no mask in sight. He’s just as handsome as Kian. Tall with broad shoulders, he has pitch-black hair, his blue eyes captivating, his face littered with light freckles, adding a touch of charm.