Page 51 of Burn With Me

His head falls next to mine as he works to catch his breath. “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Thank you for giving me that.”

I open my eyes, and I have to blink back tears. I’ve never felt more cherished, and it’s not just the sex—that was amazing—it’s the little things that he does even though we’re barely even together.

He gets off the bed, ties the condom, and heads to the bathroom to throw it away. The water turns on, and I slightly lift my head, too boneless to sit up, to try and see what he’s doing.

I’m shocked when he returns with a washcloth and cleans me up.

I feel the heat of my blush as he does it.

Once he finishes, he leans over and kisses my forehead before taking the washcloth back to the bathroom and putting it in the sink. The bed dips, and he lies down next to me, pulling me into his chest and kissing the top of my head.

A lazy smile takes over my face as happiness fills my chest as I lie against him.

It doesn’t take long until his breathing evens out as he falls asleep. I have so many things going through my head, but even that doesn’t stop me from falling asleep with a smile on my face, feeling lighter than I’ve felt in a long time.

Twenty

The Stalker

Sitting in the car down the street, I pull up the app to watch the cameras I installed in Amelia’s house before I went to check on her at the bar. I flip through the living room and kitchen but pause at the one in the bathroom.

I squeeze my phone as I watch Amelia’s fuck boy carry her from the bathroom to her bedroom.

I knew she was a slut, just letting this man she barely knows into her home.

Who does she think she is?

Choosing him over me?

I saw the way he walked into the bar with his friends and never took his eyes off her. The fact that he thought he could claim her like she was his in front of the whole bar made me sick.

I’m going to teach her a lesson, a lesson that will hurt.

Amelia needs to learn where her place is because it’s not with this man she barely knows. The original plan was to make Amelia’s life hell for her choices, but maybe I’ll have to add ruining this fucker’s life to my plan as well.

Me: Did you get the information I asked you to?

Unknown: Of course I did. It’s in the email I sent you.

Me: Good. Phase two starts tomorrow.

I throw the burner phone on the passenger seat and grab the flask. I take a long drink and start my car before pulling away.

Soon Amelia . . . soon.

Twenty-One

Luke

My eyes pop open as something cold touches my foot. Looking around, it takes me a minute to get my bearings once I realize I’m in Am’s room and not my own. I can’t feel my arm and have to pee, but I don’t want to wake up Am. I look down at her sprawled across my chest and smile as I move slightly to kiss her head.

At this exact moment, I know I’ll do anything to wake up with her every day for the rest of my life, even if it means I’ll never feel my arm again when I’m sleeping.

I go to move my leg, and Penny pops her head up and looks at me. The clock on the nightstand says that it’s eight a.m.

I look back over at Penny and whisper, “Are you looking at me because you have to go to the bathroom?”

She just cocks her head and gets up. Slowly, I extract myself from under Amelia and cover her back up. She moans and shoves her face into the pillow I was using.

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