“Yeah,” he said.
“Then, would you please kiss me?”
The glitter went out of his eyes, leaving only the liquid. I felt a deep relief in my bel y, then a deep thrust somewhere else and then he obliged.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Bloody T-shirts and Biohazard Bags
The alarm went off, Eddie touched a button and rol ed out of bed.
I tensed, waiting for him to yank me out with him, but he didn’t.
I heard him moving around the room and I opened my eyes, noticing it was dark, way early and I sincerely hoped he was only getting up either to use the bathroom or program the coffee maker for later.
I fel back to sleep.
Then I heard beeping buttons like someone pressing them and I opened my eyes.
I was on Eddie’s side of the bed, hugging Eddie’s pil ow and smel ing Eddie, probably both on his pil ow and on him.
He was crouched by the bed, ful y clothed and fiddling with the alarm.
“Eddie?” I muttered.
His head turned toward me, “Shh, Cariña, go back to sleep.”
I noticed the clock, it was stil way early.
I got up on my elbow.
“Whas goin’ on?” I mumbled. It was so early I couldn’t ful y form words.
He came out of the crouch but sat on the side of the bed.
“I’m goin’ to work,” he said.
I blinked, coming quickly awake. “What about our shower?”
“Maybe we’l shower later.”
Something was wrong. Eddie liked our showers, a lot (or, as far as I could tel he did).
I sat up feeling strange and, maybe, a little scared. “Are you mad at me?” I whispered.
His hand came out and tucked hair behind my ear. “Why would you think that?”
I felt something lodge in my throat.
I knew what it was.
It was fear.
Okay, so maybe I was a lot scared.
“Last night… Hank,” I answered.
For a second he didn’t move, then he put his hands at my waist and pul ed me around so I was sitting on his lap.