Surviving Stirling

Chapter Thirty Two

The world kept spinning and spinning, this bed felt like a rocky ship during a menacing storm.

Whoosh, the waves wild and untameable. Whoooshhh. Whooooshh.

"I'm swaying." My voice drew out.

"No you're still, you're good."

I didn't know what he was doing, this haze was getting worse. I think he was changing his clothes because I could hear movement and I definitely wanted him to rid his body of the blood, but I wasn't so sure I wanted rid of the leather.

"Woah! I'm going to fall."

He laughed, that much I knew to be true, "Anderson you're lying completely still."

Suddenly I felt a warm body come up next to me, rocking the darn boat even more and the scent of his cleanliness entered my heightened senses.

Did he shower?

When the hell did he shower?

"Oh, I grabbed a quick one just then and changed into comfortable clothes."

Did I say that out loud?

"Yes."

I rolled onto my shoulder to look at him, darkness wrapped his muscled frame, outlining every impeccable line.

I think I tried to touch his face again, my finger poked his nose before he lowered it back down with a deep chuckle.

"You're going to poke my eye out."

"That's what she said."

He shook his head at me and rolled onto his back with one hand resting beneath his head. His bicep looked full and his chest was everything I ever dreamed of.

He looked at me again and smiled shyly, "you should try to sleep it off."

"Where are we?"

"We're in my room at the speakeasy. Sometimes I stay here when I don't want to go home."

I felt strange, my body and my brain were not even close to being in sync with one another.

Not so along ago, I was freaking out. I was scared and shocked and had a ball of negativity trapped inside of me.

Now I'm completely chilled out, he could pull out a gun on me right now and I'd probably just stare into the end of the barrel not caring in the slightest.

"It's the drugs." He informed, leaving me completely confused because I didn't say any of that out loud, did I?

I could feel myself staring groggily at him, ogling him like he was on display purely for my own admiration. I couldn't stop myself, I tried. I knew I shouldn't be making it so obvious but I was locked on him. Captivated by him.

He was hot.

He turned to face me slowly, dark feral eyes narrowed on me like he knew what I was up to.

"Try to sleep, you will feel better in the morning. If you wake up and I'm not here don't be frightened, okay?"

Wait, where the fuck is he going? He's just going to leave me here on a mattress covered in STD's?