Page 125 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
It’s right there, Peaches, six inches from your fingertips.
“Come on,” she sighed. “I have to check the breaker box.”
Oh, she thought it was a blown fuse. That was so cute, I had to choke back a laugh.
Georgia must’ve heard me because her entire body snapped to attention as her wide eyes frantically swung around the room. There was no fear on her face. Only alertness and confusion.
She was in that state between caution and danger. Did she hear it? Did she not? Seeing her hold her breath and listen was exhilarating. Not as exhilarating as when I took a few steps, closing the distance between us.
She was right there, so close that I could feel the heat from her body. I leaned in and sucked in a deep inhale, absorbing every ounce of her scent that I could. Fuck she smelled good.
“Geeoorrggiiaa,” Levi called from the living room.
Georgia jumped to the left. “Who’s there?” She then jumped to the right.
That’s when Slater joined in. “Georgiaaaaaa.”
“I heard that.” She flung her arms around and snapped her head in that direction. “Come out right now.”
Nothing. Dead silence again.
But Georgia wasn’t buying it. She was too smart for that. She knew what she heard. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see. Her body twisted this way and that while her arms shot out, searching for someone she was sure was right there. And I was. My speedallowed me to match every move she made and remain right behind her.
Despite her heaving chest and the pulse I could see wildly fluttering on the side of her neck, Georgia managed to gather enough composure to sidestep over to her dresser and grab a lamp off the top. What good she thought a lamp would do her, I had no idea, but she held that thing in front of her like it was the key to her survival.
Then the voices started again.
“Geeeoooorrrgia.” Levi.
“We’re coming for you Georgia.” Slater.
“Come out. Come out.” Ravi.
The guys had moved so I couldn’t tell where the voices were coming from—except for Ravi. He was standing near the bedroom door. Then again, I wasn’t really paying attention. My eyes were stuck on one thing.
Georgia’s towel was slipping.
“I’m not afraid of you.” She swung the lamp in a random direction. “I have pepper spray, asshole.”
No, she didn’t. That was the first thing I took care of. Fool me once.
“Your pepper spray doesn’t scare me, Princess.” Slater snarled from somewhere in the house.
It sounded like he had some sore memories of the last pepper spray incident. That didn’t bode well for Georgia. Slater was a sadistic fuck when he was in a good mood.
“Come on out and we’ll see.”
When she jumped forward and swung the lamp, I followed. When she sprang back and arched the lamp to the right, I was right behind her. And when her head whipped around, I tipped mine, wondering if her eyes had adjusted enough for her to see me. They hadn’t. She couldn’t see shit. But I could.
I could see how scared she really was. Georgia talked a big game, yet her entire body was shaking. One would think that the towel would’ve fallen off by now, but it was hanging on. I reached out, grazing my finger through her wet hair, then quickly dodged out of the way when the lamp arched towards me. Georgia was fast, but not that fast.
“Hey! I felt that.”
I bet she did. Also, what the fuck was up with that towel?
Ravi chuckled. “Whatcha gonna do with that lamp?”
“Lamp?” Georgia froze.
