Page 196 of Psycho

He didn’t even flinch.

He wasn’t anything.

I didn’t even think he was breathing.

I tried to get my breathing under control and looked at him.

“What?” he asked, quietly.

I blinked. “What.”

I pushed up against the wall when he leaned down, crowding me. “Baby, say that again.”

Alarms went off in my head. I looked off to the side, trying to find an escape route. There was none. “Say what?”

He cupped my cheek, shaking me a little. “Lainey.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

“Lainey.”

“No.”

“Baby, say it again,” he demanded urgently.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

Then, “I fucking love you.”

Defeat weighed me down.

I had done it now. I showed my hand to the psycho, and nothing was stopping him from using it against me…

He kissed me.

My eyes stayed open when I felt his firm lips pressed up against mine before my eyes shuttered shut, and I—

I shook my head and pushed away from him, wiping my lips with my forearm.

“Stop distracting me.”

Heat shadowed over his silver eyes, the coldness giving away to heat as he took me. “You love me?”

I looked at him before I nodded.

There was no use in denying it.

“This doesn’t change anything. I don’t even have a key to this place!”

He frowned. “Baby, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Your brother has a key, and I don’t, and I supposedly live here. I was stupid enough to fall in love with you, and now you’re going to be taken away from me. What the hell do you expect me to do?

He leaned down and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in close.

I moved my chest away, but Micah was like an impenetrable wall of muscle.

He was just right there, hard to escape, and hard to ignore.

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