Page 65 of Our Little Monster
Nox wasn’t wrong, and if anything, where my thoughts had been the last three days only shoved another nail into that truth. I hadn’t stopped thinking about the way Bastian’s kiss felt, as if he made sure to sear it into my mind himself.
Or the way Thorne’s hands felt against my hips, his smile as we danced around the kitchen, his sexy smirk as he glanced at me over his coffee cup…
And Nox, with his filthy fucking mouth all over me while I rode his fingers in the garage. I couldn’t get enough of any of them.
So what the fuck would I say? I don’t want you, and I’m leaving?
I was sure they could literally smell the desire I had for them, so trying to deny it wouldn’t do me any favors.
Ugh,I huffed, rolling out of bed to the fresh smell of coffee from downstairs. I wanted some really bad; maybe I could just snag a cup and then lock myself in my room again.
It was worth a shot. I quietly slipped down the stairs and into the kitchen where the full pot of coffee was already brewed and ready for the taking on the counter. I grabbed a large mug from the cupboard and quickly poured myself a steaming cup, adding in a splash of cream and sugar.
I took a long sip and sighed happily. Then I turned, readying to run away back up the stairs, but I ran into a hard chest. My coffee sloshed in its cup but luckily didn’t spill.
I stared at my mug a moment, not wanting to glance up into those kind eyes—until I did…
Thorne stood there with a hint of worry etched on his features holding his empty tumbler, readying to fill it up. He leaned into me and reached for the coffee pot.
I tried to slink past him and back toward the stairs, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Stop…” he said, and I paused, clinging to my warm cup with both hands. “I want you to come on a walk with me. It’s a nice day today,” he offered, and I hesitated.
He wasn’t wrong, and it had been days since I’d gotten a breath of fresh air, but I still paused before I decided to accept his offer.
“Okay… I’ll be right back,” I said, moving up the stairs to change out of my pajamas and into something more suitable for the cold weather.
I started coming back down the stairs moments later, and he watched me with eyes filled with awe, as if he were watching someone magnificent come toward him. I didn't believe I deserved such a look.
We walked into the kitchen and after I finished off my cup of coffee, we made our way to the front door, where Thorne grabbed my coat and helped me put it on before we went outside.
I looked at the railing around the porch, instantly feeling warm at the memory of Bastian kissing me against it regardless of the winter’s chill.
“Any word from Bastian?” I asked, looking over at Thorne, and he shook his head.
“No, not yet, but I’m sure we’ll hear something soon,” he tried to reassure me, but it didn’t work.
We walked down the steps and around the side of the house before moving across the yard and into the woods where trails led to small parks and campgrounds in the distance. Similar to the one my dad and I used to take to go to our normal fishing spot.
The thought of him sent an ache through my chest. My birthday was coming up, and so was the one-year anniversary of his death…
“Are you alright?” Thorne asked, placing a hand on the small of my back.
“Yeah, just reminiscing,” I admitted, and his head cocked.
“What about? If you don't mind me asking.”
“My dad. We used to walk trails like this all the time. For my birthday every year we would go on a fishing trip, and this trail reminded me of that.”
“I’m sorry. I know you two were close.”
“We were.” The silence lingered for a few moments, my mind wondering what my father would think if he saw me now.
Would he be ashamed of me? Would he want me to be happy, even if it was with Vampires? I hadn’t let the thought linger in my mind at all the last few days.
Finally, I broke the silence.
“What about you? What should I know about you?” I asked, looking over at him as he matched my stride.
