Page 66 of Love Sick

Alanna’s happiness is soon replaced with annoyance. “I thought you’d want to play piano first?”

Standing, I ruffle Bobby’s hair as he listens to the conversation closely. “I will after I shower.”

As I make my way to the doorway, Alanna all but shoves the wheelchair my way, hinting showering alone won’t be happening.

She still doesn’t trust me.

And she shouldn’t.

I sit and don’t say a word as she drags me up the stairs. She’s out of breath by the time we reach the top. She will soon tire of this and she’ll either learn to trust me or she won’t let me out of my room.

We reach the bathroom, which is lit by candles, but most have burned out, so Luna sits in partial darkness.

When I see her, my heart breaks.

Alanna cuffed her so she can’t move. She also can’t use the restroom which I am sure she needs.

“Alanna, if Luna is meant to be your get out of jail free card, then may I suggest you treat her with some kindness. She won’t last a week like this.”

Luna sits as tall as she can, seeing as she’s cuffed, refusing to show weakness—my courageous goddess.

I know we’re supposed to make Alanna think her plan to put Luna and me against one another worked, but I can’t do this. I would rather take our chances at escape than have Luna be subjected to such treatment.

“Still trying to be her knight in shining armor?” she snaps, not appreciating my suggestion.

“I’m quite comfortable where I am, but thanks anyway,” Luna quips, her voice hoarse.

“See,” Alanna sweetly says. “You’re the only one with the issue, it seems.”

Luna is the better actor out of us, and I know that’s because she won’t let anything stand in the way of her revenge. She will endure everything Alanna throws at her in the name of avenging her son.

I don’t know why I can’t hear Misha anymore. Maybe I never heard him in the first place. Maybe I am fucking crazy after all. He was the unexpected passenger which I grew accustomed to and answered the questions which plagued me.

“Fine.”

Standing, I take off my jeans and even though it’s a struggle, I get them off without any help. My boxers soon follow. I don’t look at Luna because she does things to my body that I don’t want happening in front of Alanna.

I wait for the water to heat, ignoring Alanna leering because I know what she’s doing. “I bet you’re happy to shower. No doubt you’re sick of those sponge baths.”

I grunt in response.

I move under the spray, thankful for the hot water as it helps alleviate some of the tension from my shoulders. I hate that Luna can’t experience this warmth because she must be cold and sore sitting on that floor.

“Let me help.”

Before I can object, she pries the soap from my hands and commences washing my chest. I stand still, refusing to show any sort of emotion because this is all for show. She wants to put ideas in Luna’s head, considering she saw Alanna’s hand on my cock.

I shiver in disgust, but Alanna mistakes my response as arousal.

She washes me carefully, but when she gets to my dick, I snatch the soap back from her. There’s no way I’m allowing her that much control. I wash myself quickly as I am done with this situation.

When she disappears, I meet Luna’s eyes in the darkness. I don’t even bother drying off and drop to a half squat, cupping her cheeks and kissing her fiercely. She moans, meeting my passion head-on which instantly makes me hard.

Her mouth fits perfectly to mine, and the fire between us only grows. I hold her prisoner with my kisses, never wanting to let her go. But I must.

“Are you okay?” I ask, brushing away the hair from her face.

“I will be when we kill that fucking bitch,” she replies, eyes alight.

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