Page 77 of Savage Scream

DEE

Ahand shaking my shoulder stirs me awake, my lips blinking open to see Cynthia staring down at me.

“Dee. You’re going to be late for school.”

Her hard eyes dart over my shoulder to where I can feel the heat of Jared’s body snuggled up to mine.

Oops.

I reach over to the bedside table and grab my phone, opening the notes app and typing out my response.

‘Sorry. I didn’t get much sleep. Can I have a few more hours and come in later?’

Turning my phone to Cynthia, her eyes move over my words and her lips thin.

“I think the reason why you didn’t get much sleep is the real problem here, Dee. I’ve been lenient so far, but you can’t keep sneaking out, or sneaking him in. And you need to go to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

I nod, not wanting to argue, but I make no move to get out of bed.

Sighing, Cynthia straightens. “Fine. Come in later. But this isn’t to happen again. The rules around here are about to change.”

I give her a nod, and she spins on her heel, stomping out of my bedroom, and closing the door behind her.

“I think you made her mad,” Jared rasps against the back of my neck, and my lids flutter shut as I grin, quickly falling back to sleep.

When I wake again, I can sense Jared awake, so I pry my lids apart to see that I’m facing him this time, and he’s staring at me.

“Good morning.” He grins, and I’m helpless to hold back my smile. “We should probably get to school so your foster mum doesn’t skin me alive.”

I snicker at that, and Jared leans forward, pressing his warm lips to my forehead.

Is this what happiness feels like?

To feel cherished and important? If I stay and don’t leave when I turn eighteen at the end of next week, will Jared continue to feel this way about me? Will it always be this… addictive?

I really want to find out. More than anything.

Well, maybe not more than anything.

Travis’ safety is at the top of my list, but hell, staying and being like this with Jared is a very close second.

“Shower,” I rasp, my voice huskier than normal from just waking, and I gesture my head to Jared.

With a big smile, he nods in agreement. “Yeah, I need a wash. How about you use the bathroom first, and then I’ll shower?”

I nod, needing to pee and splash water on my face.

I go through the mundane tasks of getting ready, and as Jared passes me in the doorway of the bathroom, he cages me in, one arm on the door frame above my head, while the other cups my nape. And then he kisses me.

It’s the kind of kiss that turns my legs into jelly, and my insides to molten lava, and if I didn’t know that William was here in the house somewhere working, I’d be getting naked by now.

Jared pulls back before I do, dragging my lower lip through his teeth before easing away from me.

“You’d better go before I fuck you so hard your foster dad will hear.”

I roll my eyes at him and walk away, but his hand meets my arse in a loud slap before I even make it a step.

His chuckles fade as he closes himself in the bathroom, and with a blush stained expression, I head out to the main living area to wait.

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