False Reality | Book Three

Chapter XVII

I stare at my wall. It's been two minutes since I rushed away from Grim. I was kissing him and then suddenly I heard his thoughts. I heard them. I literally heard them clear in my head, as if he had spoken them out loud. It scares me.

I know Davion came here to talk to me about me being a possible-immortal. I asked him to sort of look around for anything, listen, and try to think of something. I have no idea how he himself got information, but I'm excited to hear it. Especially now since I know I can somehow read minds.

Like...excuse me?

I didn't only tense at the fact I read his mind, but of what was on his mind. He wants me forever?

Well wake up Grim, we can't be together forever! You're immortal and I'm--wait. Maybe forever is a possibility.

I shake my head to clear that thought, making Grim turn to look at me. "I thought you were asleep," he says in the night air. I just hum in response and cover myself up with my blankets to hide from his intense gaze. 

I can't look at him right now.

Suddenly, my mind thinks back to what happened seconds ago. It was there. And poking me right on my thigh.

Grim was aroused.

I almost groan in awkwardness as that sentence forms in my head. In fact, I do, very softly into the soft fabric of the pillow. Grim moves on the window alcove seat awkwardly. I then groan again as I imagine just why he is shifting awkwardly. The first sign of him wanting to do something more than kissing me and I run away from him like the innocent school girl I am. I've never experienced those things before, and the realization that the God of Death was getting a boner off of me made me freak out slightly.

I'm also freaked about the fact I actually considered...doing it. God, I'm such a child. I can barely think of it without giggling.

"Cassie, are you okay?" Grim comes around my side as I giggle underneath the covers. His hand on my shoulder is warm and I can sense the obvious concern in his voice.

"Yeah, fine," I jump away from him. I can feel his confusion. Is that a new power? Or am I an empath? My eyes widen in the pitch blackness underneath my blanket. Oh, Lord.

"Well..." Grim trails off. "Can you do me a favor?"

"What?" I ask, a little too snappily. What's his favor? My mind instantly runs to naughty dares and questionable feelings inside of me rise up like a scared horse.

"Can I...sleep with you?"

My eyes bulge, almost rolling out and onto my bed and I cough like an old man dying from Tuberculosis times four. Then I get what he means. But it also awakens a new, dark thought in my head. Is Grim a virgin?

For a moment, horror rushes through me so fast that I can barely contain my gasp. But then I realize that Grim literally did not hear my thought. He's normally always poking around in my brain. I would think he would tease me about it and then chuckle at my bound-to-come-blush. But he doesn't smirk, he just waits for me to speak.

I swallow down the spit that I coughed on earlier and slowly turn to look up at him. His black eyes are twinkling with patience.

"Sure," I say and move over. Grim is going to sleep with me? My mind runs about all the bad things that can come out of this, up until his arm slithers over my stomach and he pulls me closer to him. My back molds perfectly against his defined chest, and I can feel his abs push gently against my spine. Thankfully, I feel nothing else poking me a little lower than his abs.