HAPTER 053 : ShareABed Justlikethat,thedesiredrainsfromKnoxsface.
Hard?hesays.
Hesclearlynotdoingwellwithme leaving.Anditsunderstandable.Ivebeentheonlyconstantinhislifeforyears.Hehardlygoeshome.Hedoesnthaveyou.Hedoesnthavefriends.Justme.AndDelilah,ofcourse.Whoknowswhathelldonext?Hecouldgethimselfincarceratedorworse.Heneedshelp,Knox.NotthreatNotmoretrauma.
Hisjawflexes.
Whatareyou saying exactly? Imsayingletmegethimthehelpheneeds.TheresnorulethatstatesIcantdateonebrotherandhelptheother.
Sloane- Comeon.Iwontbeabletolivewithmyselfifhedoessomethinghecantcomebackfrom.Hescrazy.Ishouldhaveknownhednottakethiswell.Hedoesntcopewellwith abandonment.Ijustneedtomakesurehe getstherapy.
Youmeangetinstitutionalized? Please? Knoxsighsandlooksaway,mutteringsomethingIdontcatch.Butwhenheturnsback,Iknowitalready.
Hesnotgoingtosayno.
Nottome.
Howaboutwetalkaboutitinthemorning?hesays.Whenwereboththinkingclearly.
Inod,relieved.Alright.Illstayherewithhimuntilhesdischargedtomorrow.Maybecallinsickatwork.
Hetightenshisgrip.No.
What? Yourenotstayinghere.Hellbefine.Therearenurses.
Icantjust leavehim.
Wellcome backinthemorning.
Itsalmostafortyminutedrivebacktomyplace.
Hestartswalking.Thenwellgotomine.Tenminutesfromhere.Iwasntgoingtoletyoudrivehomeanyway.
Knox- Hepulls megentlybut firmlytowardthefrontdeskwherewereturnourvisitorbadges.

Ihaventevensaidgoodbye,Isay,tryingtoresist.
Youcancall himontheway.
Andjustlikethat,wereoutside.Thenightairiscoldagainstmyskin.
Mycarsoverthere,Isay,pointing.
Leaveit.Illsendsomeonetogetit.
Youarebeingannoyinglybossy.
Hedoesntrespond.Just opens thepassengerdoorofhiscar,andbeforeIcanclimbin,heturnsmearoundandkissesme.
Itsnot gentle.
Itsnotevensweet.
Itsdeep.Possessive.Thorough.
Hishandsareoneithersideofmyface,holdingmestillwhilehismouthdoeswhatitalwaysdoeswrecksme.
Ikisshimbackjustashard.Tastingthefainttraceofwhiskeyonhislips,feelingeverynerveinmybodyrespondtohis.Theresnothingsoftaboutthismoment.Itsclaiming.Itsraw.
Whenhefinallypullsaway,herestshisforeheadagainstmine.Hisbreath Successfullyunlocked! IvebeenmeaningtodothatsinceIsawyouinistlobby warmonmylips.
Imstillbreathlessand unsurprisinglyhorny.Howdoesonebecomesoneedyallthetime?Ihadhimtoday.Literallyhours ago.
AndIstillwantmore.
CHAPTER053ShareABed Takemetoyourhouse,Iwhisper,handsrestingonhischest.Iwanttoseewhereyouhideatnight Hesmilesatthataquiet,sidewayscurlofhismouththatmakesmystomachdipthenguidesmeintothecarlikeitsinstinct.Likewevedonethisathousand times.Hishandstayswarmagainstthesmallofmybackasilowermyselfintotheseat.Hedoesntspeak,justshutsthedoorgently,thenroundsthehoodandgetsinon thedriversside.
Thecarroarstolife.Wepullawayfromthehospitalwithnothingbutthesoundoftheenginekeepinguscompany.Itfeelsweirdlyintimateliketheworldhasshrunktothiscar,thisairbetweenus.Isettle intotheseatandglanceattheglowingclockonthedashboard, Fifteenminutespass.
Thentwenty.

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Iturntowardhim.Sothisplaceofyoursthatssupposedlytenminutesaway… Hekeepshiseyesontheroad.Timeissubjective.
Isthatso? Hislipstwitchlikehewantstolaughbutistryingnottogivemethesatisfaction.
Ishakemyheadandletoutabreaththroughmynose,smilingdespitemyself.Thethingsthismandoesareaconstantmysterytome.Whatdid hethink wouldhappenifhedidntluremetohishouse?ThatIdmakeapitstop,waitforhimtoleave,andsneakbacktoFinn?Isitinsecurityordistrust?Ifitisdistrust,isittowardmeorFinn?Ihavealotofquestions!needanswersto,andImgoingtogetthemoneatatime.Impatient.
ThedrivestretchespastBronxlights,thenintoRiverdale.Bythetimehefinallyturnsontoaquiet,treelinedresidentialstreet,Ivestoppedcounting theminutes.
Thehousehepulls uptodoesntscreambachelorpadorcriminalenterprise.Itsmodern.Softblacksiding,largeglasswindowswithwarmamberlightsglowingbehind them.Alowprivacyhedgerunsalongtheperimeter,andthelawnlookslikeitsbeentrimmedwithactualscissors.
Heparksinaprivatedrive,hitsaremote,andthegaragedoorlifts.Assoon asthecarslipsinside,thedoorrollsshutbehindus.
Onceheshutsofftheengine,heopenshisdoorandcomesaroundtomine.Pullsitopenlikewereonsomekindofold-schooldate.AndwhenIstepout,hishand findsmine.
Ilethimleadme.
Inside,theairiswarmandcleanandsmellsfaintlyofcedarandsomething spicierlikehiscolognebutsofter.Wewalkintoawide,openspacethatlookslikesomethingoutofamagazine.Minimalistbutnot cold.Darkwoodfloors.Creamwalls.Tastefullyplacedart.Thelivingroombleedsinto asleekkitchenwithblackmarblecountertopsandmattegoldhardware.Alowfireglowsinthegas fireplacelikeitsbeenwaitingforsomeonetoadmireit.
Youreallyhaveabadconceptoftiming,Isayasheclosesthedoorbehindus.
Hedoesntmissabeat.Didweexceedtenminutes? Isideeyehim.Hesmiles.
ThenInoticehimslippingoffhisshoesbythedoor.
AmIsupposedtotakemineofftoo? Helooksdownatmyfeet.Whywouldyouwanttobringyourmuddyshoesintothehouse? Didntknowyouwerea germaphobe.
Heexhalesaquietlaugh.Haha.Funny.Takeyourshoesoff,Bunny.
IkickofftheflatsIdthrownoninmyrushto thehospital,placingthembesidehis.BeforeIcanstepaway,hebendsandadjustsmineuntiltheyrelinedupperfectly.
Huh.
Weird.
Addthattothelong,evergrowinglistof ThingsIDontUnderstandAboutKnoxHartley.

Hetakesmyhandagainandstartsleadingmeupthestairs.Thehallwayisdimbutclean,andIcant helpglancing inroomswepass.IdontevenknowwhatImlookingfor.Astashofrifles?Anundergrounddrugring?AsignthatIvegonin toodeep? Nothing,ofcourse.Justcloseddoorsandahousethatlooks likeitwasstagedbysomeonewaytooobsessed withsymmetry.
Hereweare,hesays,openingadoortowhatIassumeisthemasterbedroom.
Itsmassive.Kingbed,softgraycomforter,floortoceilingwindows.Warmlightingandnoclutter.Itlookslikenoonelives CHAPTER053ShareABed here,likeeverythingis alwaysthisneat.
Iseeyou likemassivebeds,Isay.
Hesmirks.
SometimesIroll.
Fairwarning.Isay,steppinginside.Ifyoupushmeoffthebed,yourecomingdownwithme.
Istripoffmyhoodieandletitdroptothefloor.
Hisgazedropstoo,fallingonmybarechest.
HiseyeschangethewaytheyalwaysdowhenIundresslikehestryingtomemorizeeverycurvebeforeheeventouchesme.Itugdownmysweatpantsslowly,watchingthetensioninhisjawbuildwitheveryinchofskinIreveal.
WhenImcompletelynaked,Idontmove.
Ijustwait.
Hecomesforwardwithoutaword,wrapsanarmaroundmywaist,andpullsmeflushtohischest.Thenheleansdownandkissesmyforehead.
Youdonthavetoworryaboutmepushing youoffthebed,hemurmurs.
Whysthat? Imstayingintheguestroom.
Istiffen.
Ipullback.Comeagain? Hisfaceisunreadablenow.Justcalm.Likethisisnormal.
Idontshareabedwithanyone,Sloane.