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His shoulders moved as he chuckled. “No, you don’t.” His breath hit my face and I tried to plant my feet harder to the ground when all I wanted to do was get on my toes and breathe him in.

“You aren’t going to get lonely out here?” I asked, perking one of my eyebrows up as I tilted my head to look at him. His eyes searched mine and he shook his head silently. His eyes looked at my mouth and his teeth came out to bite his bottom lip. I wanted to end this night on a note that would make him feel better than this day had started.

I brought my hand up to his chin and took his bottom lip with my thumb, pulling it free of his teeth. Leaning up, I noticed that his breath hitched and his eyes darkened, seeming so heavily focused on me, I felt a tiny bit unsteady. So quickly, so swiftly, I pressed my lips to his, noticing his eyes closing when I was just seconds away from his face. His hands and long fingers traveled to my waist and held on. I didn’t want the kiss to linger, so I pulled away, smugly looking at the way his eyes opened in a kind of trance.

I snuck a look down and noticed a perfectly distinct presence making an appearance in his sweatpants and smiled mischievously. He followed my gaze, noticing the same thing as me. He was getting hard and I wanted to see it, to put my hand down his pants and feel it, but I didn’t. I did, however, place my flat palm against it and started to rub slowly, the fire next to us practically overheating me.

He let out a small, simple, low groan and I took my hand away. I looked over his face and leaned in, as if I was going to kiss him again. His eyes starting to flutter closed, waiting for me. I stopped right at his mouth, letting my breath tangle around with his. A crash of thunder hit, along with sheets of rain assaulting the windows, as if it was trying to break in. He swallowed and I watched his throat move, watching the smooth way his neck curved to meet his collarbones.

I licked his lips with my tongue. “You really fucking like me.”

I pulled back and sashayed around him as I walked towards his room, leaving him and his hard cock to think about me the entire night. It was better than thinking about everything else, wasn’t it?

I was a fucking saint.

Chapter Sixteen

DANI

Iclosed the door behind me, looking down at the crack right underneath the wood, watching as the light that flooded in from the living room grew dark. I let out a sigh and decided I wasn’t tired enough to go to bed. I had exploring to do while I had the chance. I looked to the right, seeing a queen-sized bed still perfectly made. The sheets were crisp and had the perfect lines of folds along them. The comforter was a royal blue color and plush, like I could settle into it and feel as if I was along the clouds. The room was much bigger than I thought, but it didn’t have much furniture, so that might have made it feel bigger than it was.

A light gray large dresser faced the bed and a large-scale window behind it. The curtains were closed slightly, but a sliver of the night sky peeked through, allowing me to see bits of the moon through the rain. To the left of the bed was a desk with a simple lamp and a few picture frames decorating the top of it. I leaned down, placing my hands on my knees as I looked at the photos. There was one of Nicholas and his father, holding swords above their heads and smiling, while another one was of him and Reese. Reese had Nicholas cradled in his arms, as if he was about to carry him over a threshold. I shook my head as I laughed but admired the way these memories were encapsulated forever.

The wooden desk had two drawers to the right and my curiosity got the better of me. I opened the top drawer, finding a few pens and empty notebooks, letting out a small huff of disappointment. I opened the second drawer to find it empty, except for a single photo. Just one. It sat in the middle of the drawer, and I plucked it from its resting place. I brought it up to my eyes and saw the same woman from the photo on the mantle. Her hair was a bit shorter in this photo, but not by much. She had a smile on her face that I’m sure Nicholas’s father fell immediately in love with.

He may not want to talk much about his mother, but Nicholas cared about her, even if it was with just the smallest piece of his heart. Why was his father so vague about her? They both spoke about Jonah like his father had some issue with him that went beyond the dealings with Nicholas…so what was it? I looked more deeply at the photo, wishing this woman could somehow speak to me and tell me what I wanted to know. I placed the photo back in the drawer and closed it. I padded to the closet in the far-left corner and cut the light on. There weren’t many clothes, but I had been expecting that. There were a good number of jackets and some nicer clothes for special occasions, various sets of shoes scattered along the floor, and I raised my head to look at the top shelf above the hanging clothes.

A large box with a lock attached to it was nestled there. It was long and rectangular, a thin layer of dust was on it, telling me it hadn’t been touched in some time. I wanted to bring it down to see what was inside, but that couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t be able to get it open since I had no idea what the code was, and it was too high up for me to reach without some type of step ladder. Fuck Nicholas and his tree-like frame. I rolled my eyes and left the closet door cracked behind me after I cut the light. There wasn’t much else in here for me to find. The walls were a creamy beige and a few medals hung from hooks, trophies placed on random floating shelves, but there was nothing spectacular about it. I had at least hoped to find a box full of sex toys I could tease him about. Even his side tables were empty, except for a lamp and the pictures. He wasn’t making discovering anything about him easy.

I walked over to the light switch by the door and switched it off, deciding that snuggling into his bed was my only option now. I slithered under the sheets, soft and welcoming. The pillows were firm but seemed to mold around my head perfectly. I felt caressed from head to toe. I turned over onto my side and listened to the rain hit the window, letting it numb my mind and drift me off to sleep.

I didn’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a noise coming from behind me. It was a creaking sound, slow and deliberate, as if someone was trying to not make much noise and utterly failing. My back was turned to the door, so I didn’t know who it was, but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. My eyes stared at the darkness against the opposite wall and listened as feet lightly padded across the carpet. I had never been a heavy sleeper in Purgatory, since there were high pitched screams of pain or pleasure always surrounding me. I had eventually been able to tune them out, but this was different. I hadn’t encountered someone authenticallytryingto be quiet around me, so it piqued my curiosity.

I lifted my head up slightly, peeking over my shoulder, trying to see into the darkness. The closet door opened slightly as a figure walked in. I saw a small hint of light, a glow. It was the same type of glow Nicholas used to light our way in the tunnel to the Divine Library. I arched my eyebrow and started to shuffle my way out of the covers. I did it slowly and evenly, making sure to not ruffle the sheets or make the bed creak.

Once I was at the edge, I slid off and placed my feet on the carpet. The glowing light bobbed in the closet, not so bright as to blind anyone, but expelling enough light so that the person needing it could see. I tiptoed over to the closet and placed my back against the wall near the door, taking in a breath. I heard rustling and some movement of clothes, but then eventually, the glow was snuffed out. I waited a few seconds and then the figure appeared at the door.

“Well, hello there,” I said.

The figure jumped back a little bit, catching their footing a few seconds after. “Ah, fuck!” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

Nicholas placed his hands on his thighs before straightening up again. He opened his palm to let the glowing light out again so that I could see all the angles of his face. The shocking exasperation on his features was still there.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned.

“I needed something.”

“Right. In the middle of the night?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t make it weird. I keep a few extra pillows in here and needed another one.”

“Do you not have a separate place where you keep additional pillows?”

I noticed him chewing the inside of his cheek. “Yes, in a little hall closet, but there weren’t any in there and I keep the good pillows in my room. It seems my father has figured that out, though. The old man needs to sleep with like, a thousand pillows.”

“Aw, you poor baby. Your daddy stole all your plushy princess pillows.”

“You’re annoying,” he said, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

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