Page 56 of Pretty Poisoned

I'm not sure what to make of what the fuck happened between us tonight.

I had the best orgasm of my fucking life, but…I'm pretty sure none of this was right. But he's holding me and running his hands through my hair like it's all fine. And when was the last time someone did that? Maybe it is okay.

"Good night, Teagan," Luca says. "I love you."

My eyes go wide in the dark room.

What.

What the fuck did he just say?

Never mind. This is not okay.Heis not okay. For the first time in my life, I hear those words aloud and, of course, they come from an insane person.

Why wouldn't they?

They were right—they were all right. Luca is too much. He's too fucking much. Ican'thandle him.

This is all too fucking much.

I feel a tightening sensation in my throat, and my eyes start to sting.

No, I can't.

But I do. I let out a sob. Tears start to roll down my cheeks for the first time in years.

"Teagan, are you okay? Are you crying?"

"I'm scared," I cry. "I want to go home."

"It's okay," he says, kissing the top of my head. "You're fine. You're safe here; I promise, okay? Just go to sleep, Teag. You'll feel better in the morning."

"I don't believe you."

"You'll see," he says.

"I want River," I cry.

"You can talk to her tomorrow."

For whatever reason, that makes me cry harder.

"I don't have any more clothes."

"I'll get you some," he says. "Teagan—look at me."

"I hate crying," I say.

"I know you do. But it is going…to be…okay."

He wipes the tears from under my eyes with his thumbs and kisses me on the mouth.

"Okay."

"But Teagan?"

I can tell by his tone that I'm not going to like what he has to say next. "What?"

"I think I might need to tie you up."

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