Chapter 49
Hands roam over me, and my breath hitches, back arching off the bed as I moan. Lips drag down the center of my chest, and goosebumps spread along my arms from a sudden internal chill.
“Harlyn.”
A voice whispers against my heated skin.
“Flower.” I pant.
I wake abruptly. Shooting up right and trying to catch my breath. My eyes snap open when I recall falling asleep to Creeks face last night, but when I turn my head he’s gone, and a small box sits where he once laid.
Shaking my head, I let out a breath and pull myself together.
The box is rectangular shaped and a deep blue color. There’s a white ribbon wrapped around it and the whole thing seems as fancy as this house.
I scoff and open it a little faster than necessary. Gifts are my kryptonite, and Creeks a dick for knowing that.
Inside is a note that I set aside so I can admire the charm bracelet that has my lip wobbling. I bite down on it because fuck that and fuck him. It’s gold with a couple of knife charms, and one that says, ‘My Baby’. It’s beautiful and the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.
Tears attempt to pool in my eyes, and I press my lips together in an angry line. Why does he do this? The hot and cold got old the second he cut me off and topped it with a bullet.
My fingers run over the jewelry. It is very pretty and me. Mine, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction in knowing I’m wearing it.
I decide to hook it around my ankle, lest it get lost in this forced move. My pants will cover it and he’ll suffer knowing I wanted nothing to do with it, much like him.
Finally, my attention cuts to the note that the box held. This time I slowly open the paper. Knowing that whatever it says will likely destroy me further, but too curious to care. I roll my lips as I read…
“Har, I never had the chance to give this to you, but it’s yours.
PS: What I did will forever be the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll spend the rest of it making it up to you.
-Your friend.”
I sigh falling back and closing my eyes. Which only has me remembering the dream I woke from. Creeks hands against my skin, his lips, his voice. It isn’t the first one I’ve had, and it won’t be the last.
He regrets it?
I crush the paper in a fist when my mind almost convinces me to believe him. Weak. I’m being so weak.
Ugh.
I need to shower the dream off of my sweat lined skin, but then I remember I have no clothes. I also have no idea whose clothes B handed me last night for after I cleaned up either.
It’s all just a big mess. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I was going to bring Blithe back into my life and officially take Marcus out of it. That was the plan. The plan was absolutely not for me to end up sleeping under the same roof as Creek Hue.
I stash all evidence of my new friend away. And climb out of this amazing bed.
Rich assholes.
I need to get ahold of Rex, I’m sure Anya is officially ready to cut off my legs because I didn’t immediately drop everything and come for her. And Pillar is definitely freaking out.
He reached out to me a couple months after the accident. A text message meant for a dead man. When I informed him that I was in fact not dead, he insisted on joining me. And who was I to deny him?
He needs to be around others who are able to communicate with him. I’ve also taken to teaching him the same skills I did with Cami so he will have an easier life accommodating those who don’t get him.
We are truly inseparable, and I miss him. If anyone-specifically Shaide-has a problem with it, I’d like to see how they operate without a tongue.