The Getaway

CH. 48 Cruel

Arms.

Wrapped tight around my waist.

Someone was pushed up against my back, their head tucked in the area between my head and shoulder.

I could feel hot breath up against my ear as the person behind me breathed smooth; rhythmically.

I stirred in my sleepy haze, shifting further into the body behind mine.

The body moved in return, burying their head further into my neck.

I could feel their lips up against me, basically pressing into my soft skin.

My eyes snapped open.

The night before.

The screaming, the fights.

The crying.

Nathan.

I was with Nathan.

My eyes flickered down to his hands that were now securely wrapped around me— holding my body impossibly close to his.

It appeared that all of the tension between us last night had vanished.

Our bodies were pressed together— shamelessly sleeping as if we hadn't ever loathed each other.

Teased each other.

Tortured each other.

His lips pressed into my skin, mindlessly peppering my neck.

This is Nathan, I reminded myself.

My body returned ownership to me at this realization, making Nathan's arms now feel like a cage; a trap I had suddenly gotten stuck within.

This was inappropriate.

Not allowed.

Forbidden.

I glanced down at Nathan's hands once more, suddenly feeling sickened by how good his warm body felt against mine.

Kade would kill me.

I blinked quickly, attempting a figure a way out of this predicament.

Cautiously, I shifted within Nathan's grip— slowly peeling his arm off of me and scooting out from under him.

I felt him sigh loudly, his body being slightly annoyed by my movement.

I glanced nervously at Nathan.

I hoped he wouldn't wake up.

I held my breath, trying as quietly as possible to roll away.

And, to my relief, I shifted away without notice from Nathan— him, reluctantly, pulling his arms back to himself in a hazy state— eyes remaining closed as he rolled over to the opposite side of the bed.

I gave a sigh of relief, glad to see that he was still out cold.

As quiet as I could, I got out of bed, making my way over to the bathroom in the hallway.

I closed the door behind me, turning to face myself in the mirror.

My eyes were puffy from all of my crying the night before, mascara smeared to create dark bags beneath my eyes.

Needless to say, I looked like a wreck.

I felt sick to my stomach just thinking back to what Lance said last night.

"You never think about anyone else except for yourself! You're selfish and you're not fucking sorry, you're never fucking sorry!"

I clenched my eyes shut.