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Chapter 7

❃ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 7 ❃

"𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝓌𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈."

― 𝑀𝑜𝓀𝑜𝓀𝑜𝓂𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝓀𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝒶𝓃𝒶

❃ ゜゜・。。・⊰❀⊱・ 。。・゜゜❃

Through the cloud of sleep that shrouded Rebecca Harley's mind, she could just about make out the sensation of somebody else's arms wrapped around her. Her slumber-filled brain thought little of it as she merely rolled over to nestle further into the warm embrace. 

When she next came to, it was with a stronger clarity of mind. This was not her bed; her sheets did not feel like this as they brushed against her skin and her mattress was far more pillowy. This was not her room, for she would have been plunged into darkness by the thick curtains, and yet instead, against her eyelids, she could feel the filtered light resting upon her form. In an effort to escape the light, she almost went to press her head into the bare chest of the body lying next to her. 

Reality finally decided to make an appearance. 

She'd done it again. 

She'd sought solace and momentary distraction in the arms of a stranger, promising herself she'd leave before she could get attached, but instead fell asleep. Becca almost didn't want to open her eyes and remain in the enveloping warmth of her current position to avoid the awkwardness that would surely follow. 

With much hesitation, she cracked one eye open, only to immediately widen the other in shock as well. 

"Mierda." She whispered to herself as she beheld the serenely sleeping countenance of Randy Meeks, her best friend up until a year ago. Someone who she only ever thought she flirted with as a joke, never in earnest. 

And she'd made the first move as well?! 

It was his lanky arm that had been holding her throughout the night; it was his chest she'd damn near snuggled into and it was him that she'd turned to in the midst of all these murders. 

Did she regret the action? Not at all if the memories of the ecstasy of the previous night were anything to go by. But there was quite a large chunk of regret gnawing away at her heart at the prospect of what would happen now. 

The painful ghost of Randy was going to become a personal Behemoth. His face will now torture her with images of pain and pleasure-

"I hope that wasn't a Spanish version of 'Fuck, what've I done?'" Randy mumbled out with his eyes still closed. Randy, her ex-best friend turned fuck buddy? Did they even fuck or was it- 

No. It wasn't. She hadn't gone anywhere near doing that since... 

"I- Uh... No, no, it wasn't." Becca nearly cursed once again at herself for stuttering, she never stuttered. Of all the times for her brain to malfunction. 

"Good." He finally opened his eyes to stare at her with a look that nearly made her melt. His arms encircled her further to draw her in closer, as he seemed to breathe her in. 

She found she didn't hate it, being wrapped up in his arms. When her addled brain had thought it was another, she would've definitely agreed on how right this felt, but now that small part of her brain controlled by past fears was trying to fight against it. 

"I'm sorry, Ray. I completely used you last night." Becca mumbled against his chest, nigh on too quiet for him to pick up. 

"Hey, hey, it's fine. I was more than happy to be used- If anything, it was a mutual using, an agreement of benefits, a co-"