Page 106 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He nods and I stand him up to undress him, ignoring the glare burning a hole through my face while I back him up into the shower. I lean him back against the wall beneath the water and leave him there a minute, watching him watch me while I strip down to my boxers. He drops his eyes to my dick so I take those off too, tossing my clothes on the floor just outside the shower. I keep my eyes on his while I uncap the shower gel and squeeze a little bit on my palm, slowly running my hands over his chest and up to the back of his neck. He shivers and I move closer until my hips bump his, dipping my head to kiss his jaw beneath his ear.

“I love you.”

“So you keep saying.”

“I mean it, Wren,” I whisper, sliding my hand over the spot where his heart lies. “I love you more than anything and I’ll never stop.”

He keeps his mouth shut and I decide to let it go, knowing he’s too fucked up to do this right now. I finish washing us both and walk him out to wrap a towel around his waist, flipping the toilet seat down to sit him down on it. He sways a little bit and I catch him, holding him up with one hand on his jaw while I lean over him to grab the toothpaste from the sink.

“Open your mouth.”

He looks up at me with a lazy ass brow raised and I laugh lightly, lifting his toothbrush to show him.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“Trust you,” he mutters, talking to himself more than me. “Right.”

I ignore that and tip his head back to brush his teeth for him, taking my time while I do it because he’s letting me be here and I’m too fucking selfish not to take every inch he gives me. I lean him over the sink to spit and rinse his mouth out with water, grabbing another towel from the rack to dry his face with it. His eyes flutter closed and I lift him up to take him back to his bedroom, sitting him down on the edge of the bed while I grab a couple pairs of boxers from his closet. I pull them on over his legs and do the same with mine, carefully lying him down on his side before I slide in to lie behind him. He passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow and I wrap my arms around his waist, struggling to ignore the fear creeping up my spine.

I felt him slip through my fingers today and I’m fucking terrified it’s about to happen again tomorrow.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” I whisper, dipping my head to kiss the crook of his neck. “Just.. don’t leave me, okay?”

Silence follows and I close my eyes, tightening my grip on him to pull him in closer.

Please don’t fucking leave me.

Chapter Thirty

Wren

I groan at the pain splitting through my skull and crack an eye open, dropping my head just as quick when I realize I couldn’t be any fucking closer to him if I tried. I’m lying half on top of him with my arms wrapped around his neck and my leg wrapped around his hips, clinging to him like a goddamn monkey, and I don’t miss the way his cock’s pressed right up against mine, long and thick and hard as a fucking rock.

Fuck.

“Hey,” he whispers, gently sliding his knuckles over my outer thigh. “You alright?”

I laugh lightly and untangle myself from his body, dropping down on my back to stare at the ceiling a while.

Am I alright, he says.

Fucking idiot.

“Wren–”

“Why the fuck are you still here?”

He tenses and I risk a glance at him, doing my best to force my features even when I catch the look on his face. His eyes are bloodshot and he’s covered in cuts and bruises, but that’s not what’s hurting him.

I’m hurting him.

Good.

I want his pain like he gets mine.

I want all of it.

He turns like he’s about to touch me but I slowly shake my head, looking him dead in the eye while I lie to his face, same way he did me. “I hate you.”

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