Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,48
my eyes to stare at him, having trouble focusing on his face as it looms over me, the tip of his nose brushing against the tip of mine.
I can barely swallow, my throat feels so ravaged. “What the fuck just happened?”
He gives me a shaky smile. “I don’t know,” he whispers raggedly. “I don’t know. But I think I just saw through the fucking universe.”
I grin lazily, reaching up to brush a lock of hair off his damp forehead. “I don’t even have words. But that about sums it up.”
He kisses me deeply, then buries his head in the crook of my neck, head resting on the floor, his chest pressed against mine, our slick skin sticking together. Our lungs breathe and our hearts beat together in strange synchronicity, like we’re one person instead of two.
I run my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, falling into the same rhythm.
“My little sex witch,” he murmurs against my neck.
I laugh, my heart beyond full.
We fall asleep this way, on the carpet, with him still inside me.
We fall asleep smiling.
Ten
I wake up too early. It’s still dark outside, though the corners of the sky are coming alive, stars fading.
I lie in bed for at least an hour, listening to Dex breathing deeply beside me, sound asleep. I go over the events of last night, of how we woke up after midnight on the floor, then proceeded to get into the hot tub, where again we had some crazy fucking sex, though not as insanely otherworldly as before.
We finally went back to bed somewhere in the middle of the night and I had fitful sleep the whole time, tossing and turning. My mind just wouldn’t shut off, no matter how dazed I was from sex.
I’m still dazed, and a little sore too. My back stings and I don’t have to look in the mirror to know I’ve got rugburn down my spine, my dress providing no protection from Dex’s ruthlessness. I nearly screamed when I went into the hot tub.
Despite it all, I’m bursting with this warmth inside me, like my heart has spilled over and is filling every inch of my chest.
I told him. I finally told him.
And his reaction was more than I could have ever dreamed and hoped for.
He wants this baby as much as I do, wants to start a family together, and that is the greatest gift of all (though of course the plane tickets to Hawaii aren’t half-bad either).
Of course, we haven’t spent a lot of time talking about it, unless you count the way we communicate with our bodies. We did a lot of that.
But I wonder if he’s ever felt the fear that I feel about having the baby. Right now, that fear feels very far away. Like it was eradicated last night, the moment I opened my mouth and let Dex in to my wants and needs. Even all my other problems, like Ada, my father, Max…it all seems to belong to a different lifetime. Right now it’s just about me and Dex, and that’s it, that’s the whole damn world.
But I can’t lie in bed, staring at the ceiling forever. I feel this itchy buzz at the base of my skull, the urge to move, to do something. I get up to go pee and splash water on my face, then wonder if I can make coffee without waking Dex. The man seems like he needs to sleep for days.
I decide that the Keurig will be too loud, so I get dressed into my pajama pants and a long t-shirt, not bothering with a bra. I slip my Chucks over bare feet and shrug on my coat, making sure I have my wallet and the key card that works, before slipping outside.
It’s still early and everything is still and quiet. Even the waves have lessened, the color of worn metal that matches the grey brown sky.
I’m on the path heading toward the coffee shop I spotted in the lobby when movement on the beach catches my eye.
It’s a woman with long black hair, walking toward the waves. Above her flocks of small black birds move in synch, swooping and diving in the sky.
I stare at her, unable to move. She’s so far away but I have this inexplicable need to get closer. To really see her.
I abandon the path and walk directly onto the sand, trudging across the beach, a cold wind picking up and throwing sea spray in my