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“Not scared of monsters under the bed anymore?”

My lips find her ear. I plant tiny kisses on its shell as I slowly lower my full weight on her. Her thighs were already parted, and there’s only the slightest resistance before they open to let my hips sink between them.

A shudder goes through her. The fingertips caressing my arm become claws, digging into my flesh.

I hiss, snatching her earlobe between my teeth and nipping her hard enough to make her gasp. My cock’s rock hard now, and I buck my hips, grinding it against her underwear.

“Shit,” she spits out, sounding angry, frustrated, confused.

She slides a hand into my hair. I rock against her again, and she whimpers, her hand tightening painfully.

I want to kiss her so fucking bad, but if I move my head, I might lose some hair.

“I’m getting some mixed signals?—“

Andy shoves me away. “Screw you, Vito!”

I land on my back on the floor with a surprised grunt, staring up at the ceiling before I can gather myself. I get to my knees, fumbling around on the nightstand for the light, switching it on.

Andy blinks over the side of the bed at me with owlish eyes, snatching the sheets over her and drawing them up to her chin like she’s naked.

“Mind telling me what the hell’s going on?”

Her lips move like she’s biting them, then she shakes her head.

We stay that way for a long moment, then she whispers, “Do you want me to go?”

I consider it the entire time it takes me to climb back into bed and get under the sheets again. As I punch my pillow a few times to get it into the right shape. As I throw a hand over my forehead and take a few deep breaths.

She didn’t come here for sex. I guess she really did just need a warm body to keep the Boogeyman away.

“Stay,” I say in a rough voice, and then drag a spare pillow between us, making sure we don’t accidentally touch during the night. Fuck knows what would happen then.

She lies down and rolls onto her side, her back turned to me.

I glance over at her, and then turn off the light before I can stare for longer than whatever the hell is deemed appropriate in this fucked up situation.

Should have told her to leave.

I already regret it.

But then she whispers, “Thanks, Vito,” and it’s not just my dick that gives a happy little bounce at her voice.

My heart does too.

Chapter 28

Andy

My heart’s still pounding from what almost happened with Vito. What we almost did.

Crap, what was I thinking? I should have stayed in my room.

It’s petty, but I blame Nyx. I know I asked her to tell me what happened at The Foundry, but all it damn well did was trigger me. A whole whack load of memories I’d buried resurfaced, and with them the ghosts of my past.

I lay in my bed in the dark, hoping the alcohol would knock me out, but I kept hearing noises in the dark. And every time I closed my eyes, I’d imagine someone reaching for me.

Vito breathes quietly beside me, but he’s not asleep either. For the past hour I heard him clearing his throat, or grunting softly as he tried to get comfortable.

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