Page 21 of Falling for a Killer

“Why, so you can jizz all over my blanket, too? My laundry wasn’t enough?”

Oops.

“I’d rather jizz in you, but you won’t let me so I went to the second best thing. At least the clothes were already dirty.”

“And thanks to you, they were sticky,” she mumbles. “You should go to bed.”

She didn’t saymybed, so I climb into hers without another word and pull her to me. It feels so good I reach up to grip her throat so she doesn’t try to move away, her ass pressed against me in a way that drives me mad, but I feel her whole body go rigid.

“I won’t hurt you,” I whisper. “I promise.”

Slowly, I feel her start to relax until she’s sinking back against me.

There she is.

I didn’t realize how much I needed this until she’s breathing normally, and although I know she’s still awake she seems to be getting more comfortable by the second. “Thank you.”

“You’re sleepwalking, remember?” she whispers. “It’s dangerous to wake a sleepwalker.”

In other words: shut the fuck up before you ruin this. Got it.

I don’t mind. Her telling me to be quiet is better than her telling me to leave, so I bury my face into the back of her neck and take a deep breath of her scent. Who knows if she’ll ever let me in here again.

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When we wake the next morning, I’m surprised to find she’s still here. We’re still laying in the same position we fell asleep in, and I don’t even care that my arm is tingling. That was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years. “Morning.”

“Hi,” she whispers.

“You sleep okay?”

I roll over onto my back so she can hopefully roll over and lay on my chest, but I’m not surprised when she doesn’t.

She’s stubborn.

“I did. You?”

“Yeah. I came in here to tell you how much I like the sheets and pillow. Didn’t mean to climb in here too.”

Yeah, I did, but a little white lie to get her to communicate more won’t hurt.

“I’m glad,” she says softly. “Is there a reason you didn’t pick my parents’ room? Is it just because it’s upstairs and further away from the door?”

It’s too far from you. But also... “I feel better the closer I am. I don’t think anyone will find me here, but at the same time it’s hard not to be paranoid about the cops kicking down the door to shoot me. I don’t know if that ever goes away.”

“It doesn’t. I know Ryan can’t find me and I still lay awake at night hearing the click of his gun, wondering if he’s outside my window like he used to be. Just watching, waiting. I don’t see that ever going away.”

And here I am standing over her bed while she’s sleeping. “Did I scare you last night?”

She rolls over to face me, tucking her hand under her cheek. “No. Maybe at first, but I don’t think you’ll hurt me.”

“Good. I won’t.” At this point, I have a feeling I’ll be the one hurt in the end, but at least she warned me.

“Don’t you want to know why I think that?”

“I assumed it was because I haven’t already, but yeah. Tell me, Roo.”

She hesitates, biting her lip. “I never thought Ryan would hurt me because I didn’t think he was capable of hurting anyone. I underestimated him in that way, and that’s my mistake. You, though... you are. You have. I don’t know why you killed Jack Lawson, but I know you had a good reason. A really, really good reason. And I can see that killing him didn’t bring you the kind of joy you thought it would. You didn’t take pleasure in it, which means you won’t do it again unless you have a really, really good reason.”

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