Page 51 of Wicked Games

He brushes his lips against my neck in a soft kiss.

A moment later, his breathing evens out and he goes limp on top of me.

“Felix?”

His only answer is a deep inhale.

Not sure why I’m being careful, I pull his arms from around me and shift him onto the bed so he’s lying next to me and not on top of me.

He grumbles something I can’t make out and throws one arm and leg over me, holding tight as he cuddles into my side again.

I try to get him off me twice more, but he just rolls back into my side the second I let go of him.

“Well, fuck,” I mutter at the ceiling.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? I can’t wake him, not until the drugs wear off, and I doubt I’m strong enough to drag his ass out of my bed and carry him over to his.

I could just dump him on the floor and go back to sleep while he deals with his high, but that doesn’t feel right either.

If anything he said tonight is actually true, then he’s been taking the pills to escape his dreams. And if they’re anything like the one he had earlier, I get why he’s been doping himself up to sleep.

His screams were bone-chilling. There was so much fear and anguish in his voice. They were as terrifying as they were heartbreaking to hear.

But why did they start on Wednesday? He said it didn’t have anything to do with us hooking up, but did something else happen that I don’t know about?

The solid weight of him on me is weirdly comforting, and the heat from his body, along with his rhythmic breaths, make it hard to think as they lull me back to sleep.

Felix lets out a soft sigh and nuzzles his cheek against my chest.

Whatever. It’s not like he’s going to remember this in the morning. Might as well let him cuddle me and see if it helps him on a subconscious level so I can get some sleep.

Something goes sour in my stomach. He kept calling me Teddy. Whoever that asshole is, he’s pissing me off, and I have no clue why.

I shouldn’t care who Felix has been with or crushed on or who he wants to run to when he’s scared. It’s not my business who he’s unconsciously thinking about while he’s high on pharmaceuticals.

It doesn’t matter if he thinks he’s snuggling this Teddy guy while he’s in my bed and holding on to me.

More of that ugly feeling twists my gut.

I need to get some sleep. I have no clue how long it’s been since I went to bed, but it can’t be more than a few hours, considering how dark it still is.

That’s the only reason I’m thinking like this. I had a long week, and instead of enjoying my Friday night like a normal person, the twins and I were doing damage control for the house until all hours of the morning.

That’s all this is. Exhaustion and a lingering bad mood.

Felix will probably wake up to go back to his own bed at some point. Then all this weirdness will be over, and I can forget about the night I cuddled my stepbrother through his high.

14

KILLIAN

“What the hell?”

I look up from my tablet at Felix’s confused voice and glance at my bed.

He’s sitting up, the sheets tangled around his waist, looking as bewildered as I felt when he crawled into bed with me last night.

“Morning, sunshine.”

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