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Dangerous.
Then he moves behind me on the bed, pulls my body close, and locks his strong arms around me to keep me there. He nuzzles me like he genuinely cares about me, and even though I know he doesn’t, it feels like he does when his lips find my neck.
His kisses are soft this time, and when he reaches the back of my neck, his lips graze a particularly sensitive spot and send shivers of pleasure dancing down my spine.
I sigh with pleasure, my whole being like putty in his hands. I have no defense against him. None at all. If he took advantage of my pliancy and fucked me right now, I wouldn’t have it in me to stop him.
He finally lets me settle in and stops stimulating my body, but I know I only have this reprieve because he’s choosing to give it to me.
I think I should feel less comfortable with a man so tempting, but somehow, lying here with a man I know is more dangerous than any I’ve ever encountered before, I feel safer than I ever have in my whole life.
Chapter Eleven
Brynn
I don’t know what time it is.
The room is dark, but the curtains are the type to block out light. Still, I can see it’s dark outside.
Killian fell asleep, and I almost did, too, but since I have to be up early in the morning, I asked if he could set an alarm for me since I don’t have my phone.
He mumbled something dismissive and rolled over. He didn’t set an alarm.
Then I couldn’t fall asleep because I wasn’t sure what to do. I needed him to wake up and set his alarm. I considered grabbing his phone and trying to do it myself, but he likely has a passcode.
Then I started thinking about my phone.
The fact that I turned my passcode off before I went to the party. I tried to ignore Stacie’s warnings about her bad feelings, but then I thought about how dumb I would feel if she was right. Even though I didn’t think she was, I decided to unlock my phone just in case I needed to get into it quickly.
A decision I am obviously regretting now.
My purse is in that basement, and while I don’t think the wealthy frat guys have any need to rob me, there is all kinds of private information in that phone.
I don’t just need an alarm set; I need to get home.
Killian is still fast asleep beside me, and his back is to me now.
I move slowly and carefully, keeping my eyes on him as I climb off the bed. Seeing he’s still asleep, I walk as gently as I can back to his closet. The door is still open since he distracted me while I was in there, and my heart pounds like I’m a criminal mid-heist when I snatch the T-shirt I dropped on the floor and carefully remove it from its hanger. I put the hanger back, cringing at the noise, which seems amplified given how hard I’m trying to be quiet. I pull his shirt over my head, surprised it still manages to smell like him since it also smells of laundry detergent.
I hate to go through any of his other things, but I also cannot leave this apartment in just his T-shirt. I eye up his dresser and pull open the bottom drawer, hoping I picked the right one.
I breathe a big sigh of relief when I find his workout clothes. I grab a pair of black and white basketball shorts and pull them on, then I sneak back into the bedroom to make sure he’s still asleep. I tiptoe into his bathroom and grab my tarnished costume off the sink where I left it after my shower, then I creep back through his bedroom. Luckily, the door is slightly ajar since we never closed that one, either.
Personally, sleeping in a bedroom with an open door makes me feel like we’re just sending embossed invitations to the serial killers who surely live in the shadows. RSVP! Don’t miss cocktail hour!
I shake my head, debating closing the door behind me to save him from the shadow murderers, but I don’t want to risk waking him up, so I’ll just have to send my thoughts and prayers that he stays alive.
I do feel bad about this next part, but honestly, he hasn’t left me much choice. I expressed to him my desire to leave, then I was willing to compromise and stay, but I needed him to set an alarm for me so I could make sure I got out of here when I needed to. I have a cat to feed, a phone to find, and I have to be up no later than five to get ready for work.
I’m grateful to him for his help, but I have responsibilities.
So I snatch his car key and pad over to the apartment door.
I hesitate when I get to it, though.
Leaving alone in the middle of the night doesn’t feel safe, but I remind myself I only have to get down to the parking garage, and then I’m in a locked car.
I have to leave. I know if I don’t, he’ll sidetrack me. I already let him wreck my plans to go to the police tonight, and I’m not sure that was the right decision, but I absolutely cannot let him claim the rest of my weekend.
