Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,58
over as her face reddens.
I smirk, and, within seconds, I reach for her and throw her over my shoulder, smacking her ass a few times for good measure.
All anger now gone, she laughs as we head to her small shower, and I place her in the cubicle, turning the water on. When I do, she screams as the cold water hits her full blast. Her eyes grow wide as she tries to shift away and cover herself from the ice-cold blast pouring all over her. When she looks up and sees me smiling, she reaches for me and pulls me under, then slams her body against mine for my warmth.
“You are a real asshole, you know that?” she says into my chest.
I turn the faucet, and the water warms because it is fucking freezing.
“And you should probably leave so I can have good dreams. Because if you stay, you are bound to fuck up my happy thoughts of you right now.”
I chuckle at her words. “I’m staying,” I tell her.
Theadora pulls back and reaches for the soap, then starts washing herself. She looks at me as I stand under the water, and she begins lathering me up. Her hands move in circles over my belly before they dip lower and touch my dick. She smiles up at me and continues to slowly stroke me.
“You should leave. We probably won’t get any sleep otherwise,” she states, soap now gone and her hand wrapped around my cock as she pulls. She has the perfect touch, and I lean in to kiss her, but she pulls back. “No. You should go, don’t you think?”
I bite my lip but stare her down as she maintains her hold on me. “You don’t want me to go,” I say with a devilish look. “You want to wake up with my cock in your pussy.”
She doesn’t argue, so I know it’s what she wants. “I want that too. So unless you want me to fuck you up against this bathroom wall with my hand against your throat, I would stop stroking my cock, right now.”
Theadora squeezes one last time, then lets me go and reaches for the soap again before she resumes washing herself. I watch, waiting until she’s done and gets out before I do the same.
After washing myself, I step out to find her in her bed with the covers pulled up as she lays there watching me.
“Is my debt gone?” she asks.
“Do you want it to be gone?” I ask, drying my hair with the towel while walking over to her bed. She sleeps on an old wooden bed, but her mattress is fucking heaven.
“Yes. I never wanted it in the first place.”
“What about me? Do you want me gone too?” I ask while climbing into the bed. I turn on my side, looking at her so I can read her expressions. Her sky-blue eyes close for the briefest of seconds before they reopen.
“I don’t know what I want with you. But, Atlas?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t like you,” she says with a straight face. “I don’t like you,” she repeats again.
“That’s okay, most people don’t, and I am happy with that.”
“Are you, though?” she asks, scrunching her eyebrows. “Happy, I mean. You are a man who I hardly see smile. Are you happy?”
“In moments of time… yes,” I answer her truthfully.
Theadora nods as if that’s enough.
‘“I don’t want to owe you anything. I never did.”
“You won’t,” I reply.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not killing me for her mistakes.” Theadora yawns and shuts her eyes. If she only knew that I would kill everyone around me before I would ever kill her.
My cell starts beeping, and Theadora doesn’t move, so I ignore it and roll her over. She goes easily, and I come up behind her, tucking her into my front. It’s not long before she starts to breathe ever so lightly, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.
Maybe today she won’t hate me.
But soon, very soon, she just may.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Theadora
Atlas stands at the end of my bed when I wake, with a coffee in his hand as he watches me sleep.
“That’s creepy,” I tell him, sitting up and reaching for it. I take a drink, and he doesn’t say a word. “Hey, you… you alive in there?” I snap my fingers in front of his face.
“I don’t do this,” he says while shaking his head.
“Do what?”
Atlas looks at me as if I should know the answer as his amber eyes bore into me. “I have to go.”