Blood Secrets

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

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You Could Have Been My

All Or Nothing

Harley shifted her feet restlessly as Phillip stared at her, he hadn't spoken for a while now and she was beginning to wonder if she should leave, if he had been silent this long that's probably what he wanted of her. How had she really expected him to react? How was someone supposed to react to that?

You shouldn't have told him. A small voice whispered, the same voice that had warned not to tell him because she might lose him. But wasn't that the reason she had told him? Because she wanted him out of her life or at least as much out of it as she could get him while they were there? She knew that was why she told him, she had hoped he'd turn away from her, tell her to get out and see her for who she really was. But at the same time if that was what she had really wanted then why was the thought of him wanting nothing to with her so sickening?

Because you miss- She cut the thought off before it could finish, she would not go there. She couldn't go there.

The strands of her hair tickled her face as she turned away from him centering her eyes on the fields that stretched out into the early morning fog, almost seeming to evaporate in thick mist.

Her ear twitched slightly when she heard him moving around on the bed, knots twisting through her stomach as she waited for the inevitable words that would follow his silence. Would follow the lies she had just told him. She almost snorted at herself when the thought of them being lies pushed into her mind, she knew damn well they were the complete and utter truth.

She tipped her head to side trying to catch a glimpse of him, and felt a small twinge of disappointment when he pulled on a pair of lose slacks, if he was getting dressed her dismissal probably wasn't far behind it. I should leave. She thought but couldn't get her feet to comply with the thought, she knew she should have left the room left him alone with his thoughts and she have hoped what she told him made him distance himself from her. But she couldn't find any joy in the possibly of no longer having his attention.

An ache was beginning to creep throughout her cheek as her teeth gnawed at the sensitive flesh, winching slightly as the final dig broke the skin and the rancid taste of iron dripped onto her tongue. But she couldn't stop herself from digging at it, and she knew she probably wouldn't be able to stop herself until she was away from him because the pain in her cheek was the only that was taking her mind off the painful way her stomach twisted and knotted at his silence.

She wrapped her arms around herself more tightly, pulling the shirt around her until it pressed it was pressed snugly in to her skin.

"Please stop doing that."

She flinched at his voice, and swallowed hard before turning her eyes on him. "Stop what..." her voice fell short as his eyes raked hotly over her. Lingering in the places where the shirt had been pulled tight, she resisted the urge to squirm as the warm sensations spread through her. If she didn't get out of this room right now she never would.

"Nothing..." he muttered running his fingers through his ebony hair slowly, his voice was disinterested and quiet like he meant what he'd said. But his eyes betrayed him as they slid over her again, the desire burning in them not nearly as controlled as his voice was.

Harley shifted her slightly as she tried to get them to move towards the door, she should have left the room the minute she'd finished speaking, and she shouldn't have let herself get caught in his pale stare. She swallowed hard fighting to find the correct words that would get her out of the room.