She pulls her hand free from where I still have it pressed to my shirt, and stepping around me, she walks to the living room.
I follow, needing to stay close to her, and when she kneels by the coffee table and starts writing, I crouch beside her.
It’s been one shock after the other, and I need to catch my breath. It’s very overwhelming.
She takes a couple of deep breaths, then writes more.
Why me?
My gaze drifts over her, and even though this night hasn’t gone according to plan, I feel a sense of peace now that I get to be around her.
“At first, I was drawn to your shy nature, and as I watched you, I became…” I rethink using the word obsessed with her and change what I was going to say. “I began to care for you.”
If you care about me, why did you say all those things about not letting me go and that I belong to you forever?
Even though I was panicking because she was panicking, I meant every word I said.
“I was scared you were going to run,” I admit. “I thought telling you that I wouldn’t let you go would make you stay.”
Seriously? You sound insane, and it scares me.
Her features tighten with something akin to heartbreak.
I thought you were kind. I believed all the lies. I thought the job was real and felt like the luckiest woman alive.
She lets out a soft sob and turns her head so I can’t see her face. A minute passes before she writes again.
Does Cassia know all of this? Was she in on it?
I almost place my hand on Jenna’s back but stop myself and pull back.
“The job wasn’t a lie,meu anjinho.You deserve so much more than working the night shift at a gas station where it’s unsafe for you.”
She taps the pencil against the question about Cassia, and I let out a sigh as I move to sit on the couch to relieve the pain in my side.
“Cassia cares about you. She’s really your friend,” I answer. “Last night, she let me have it and threatened to shoot me in the foot because I accidentally scared you.”
Jenna’s head snaps to me, her eyes going wide as saucers, then she’s writing again.
It was you?!!!!!
Realizing I just made another mistake, I let out a groan. “I just wanted to see you. I didn’t mean anything bad by it.”
She crawls to the other side of the table, and seeing her ass sway has me groaning.
Tonight is already a clusterfuck. Don’t you dare get a hard-on right now.
She writes again, then turns the notepad so I can read.
You watched me while I was sleeping. You’ve killed people and admitted that you will kill again. You said you’re not giving me the choice to leave. Do you not hear yourself and how insane it all sounds?
I look up and stare at Jenna until she sneaks a peek at me from beneath her bangs, then only do I say, “Watching you brings me a sense of peace I’ve never had before. Every single person I’ve killed deserved to die.”
Her hand moves over the paper again.
And what about me not being able to leave?!!!!!
“Were you happy with your life before you met me?” I throw a question back at her.
