Page 55 of Revel
I think she can more than anyone as what’s worse than having your parents dead? Having them alive and never truly believing in you. “I suppose you can, huh?”
She does this thing where her eyes widen, and then she tosses her head back, dumps a mouthful of Skittles in it and then tries to chew them. At once. Her cheeks bulge, and all I can think about is how much she can fit in her mouth and imagining my cock in it.
Red notices my eyes on her and blinks slowly, swallowing the last of her candy. “I had a plan when I came on this tour and it didn’t involve you,” she admits, watching my reaction. “You’re messing with my head.”
Well, at least I’m not the only one!
“You don’t always have to have a plan.” I force her to lie down on the bed. Maybe if I can get her to lie down, she’ll stop fucking talking. “Sometimes you let go and trust your decision and see what happens. Fate might surprise you with something better.”
Her eyes, though bloodshot, hold so much emotion and intensity they’re hard to look away from. So I don’t. “That’s sorta beautiful.”
“I got it from a fortune cookie the other day.”
“Can I have a cigarette?”
Could she be any more random? At least she’s not counting her heartbeats out loud. “No, you can’t.”
“How come?”
“They’re bad for you.”
“Like you.” She smiles, giggles, and tilts her head like a puppy does when they’re confused. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
I raise an eyebrow, sighing. “What do you think?”
“Yes?”
“You should sleep.”
“I’m totallynottired.”
Why couldn’t he have given her an AMBIEN?
For two fucking hours, she goes on like this until I sing The Black Keys “Keep Me” to her while she lays her head on my chest. It’s probably the most romantic gesture I’ve ever allowed but I wonder if she understands why I sing it to her. She can’t even remember the question she asked five minutes ago let alone the meaning behind lyrics so I guess it’s asking a bit much of her.
Just before dawn, my lips purse around a cigarette as I flick the lighter in my hand. She’s watching me with stars in her eyes, but at least she’s not consumed with blackness any longer. I feel her breath on my neck, the weight of her innocence unhinging my sanity. “You should probably stop looking at me like that.”
Thankfully, she yawns, her head finding a resting place on my shoulder. “Like what?”
“Like Little Red Riding Hood just fell for the wolf.”
I watch her face, her tired eyes and I want to press stop, maybe even rewind, but I can’t find the button. It seems fitting for me, to want something so much, yet beyond a shadow of a doubt, know I don’t deserve it. I’ve learned over time though, the only sane way to live is without rules.
FOGGY MEMORY. AGAIN.
TAYLAN
It’s seemingly becoming a habit of waking up with Revel on the floor. And me naked. Only this time I at least know where I am, and I’m wrapped so tightly in blankets that I have to wonder if I was restrained this way to either protect myself, or him?
My head pounds with the worst headache in the world. The kind that hangs heavy, throbbing in time with your heartbeat and never easing up. The kind you get and swear, whatever it was you drank the night before, you won’t ever touch. Like tequila.
Never again, you sneaky bitch, tequila. You ruined my prom!
It takes some effort to untangle myself. Sitting up, I’m pleased to see I’m at least wearing a T-shirt. I’m notcompletelynaked. Underneath the shirt is another story. But Revel, he’s curled up on the floor in nothing but a pair of jeans, so I’m assuming it’s his shirt I’m wearing.
I smell it just to be sure. Cinnamon and cigarettes. Yep. It’s his. My bed is also covered in what appears to be candy wrappers. Looks like I had a binge-fest last night.
Peeking over the edge of the bed, I watch him sleeping, the slow rise of his chest, the muscles. . . damn, he’s so hot. No wonder most of the female population in the world is obsessed with him. Something stirs inside me as I watch him sleep. That kiss. We kissed last night. Warmth floods my body, settling in my belly and kick-starting my heart.
