Page 61 of Phantom Flower

A low chuckle escaped me. “Confusing, huh?”

He nodded, then yawned. I moved carefully, unlacing his shoes and sliding them off his feet. His socks were black with tiny white flowers on them.

Of course they were.

“Do you like talking to me, Rei?” I asked softly, taking advantage of how out of it he was.

Drugged honesty was still honesty.

His face lit up again. “Yes!” he said immediately. “I love it. I wait for your messages. It makes the bad thoughts go away. You make me feel safe. Weird, right?”

My chest tightened painfully.

Safe. With me. The same man who had hunted him through the woods with a gun.

“Yeah,” I whispered, brushing my thumb over his knuckles. “Weird.”

He lifted his arms like a sleepy child when I reached for the hem of his black lace shirt. I tried. I really fucking tried not to look too much. But the way the lace had clung to his slim frame all night had been driving me insane. I pulled the shirt over his head carefully. My cock twitched hard in my pants, but I ignored it. I was not touching him like that tonight.

“You’re being nice,” he mumbled as I helped him out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. “Dimitri Morozov is being nice.”

“Only for you.”

I guided him to lie back properly against the pillows, then pulled the black blanket over his body, tucking it around him. He looked so small in my huge bed. So fucking breakable.

Rei turned his head toward me, eyes already closing. “Dimitri…?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t leave me alone tonight,” he whispered. “The dreams come when I’m alone.”

I stared at him for a long moment, something savage and possessive roaring to life inside me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, brushing my fingers through his silver hair. “Sleep, little fairy. You’re safe with me.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him drift off.

This was not just a game anymore.

Rei Kurosaki had crawled under my skin, and I had no intention of letting him go.

Ever.

Chapter 18

Rei Kurosaki

I woke up and it was not my bed.

I sat up too fast and the room spun. Everything was black and red. My head was pounding as the memories started coming back in pieces. That guy at the party. His hands on me. Me feeling way too drunk. Then Dimitri showing up out of nowhere. I did not remember what he did to the guy. I just remembered him grabbing me, carrying me out, and putting me in his car. I remembered him saying something about taking me home.

Fuck. Did I embarrass myself? I probably said something stupid. Or threw up. Or cried. I did not know.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand. The floor tilted. I grabbed the edge of the mattress to stay upright.

Wait.

Why the fuck was I naked?