Devil's Kiss by Celia Loren

Author:Celia Loren [Loren, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hearts Collective Publishing
Published: 2014-07-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Olive

Last night was the first night since Stick left that West and I didn’t have sex. We were sitting on the couch, talking until we got sleepy. I have a hazy memory of him picking me up, and now here I am lying next to him in bed.

The curtain is only pulled halfway across the window, and the light from it woke me up. It’s shining across the bed, splitting it in half. I’m overheating in the sun, but West is still sleeping in the dark half. He’s lying on his stomach with his face turned toward me, his lips slightly parted. I’m resisting the urge to reach out and touch his face. He looks so innocent when he’s sleeping.

I turn quietly onto my side. Stick is supposed to be home later today. I’m glad to know he’s safe, but his homecoming is bittersweet, since it means West and I will also have to stop...whatever it is we’re doing. A little pang of sadness twists in my stomach.

These couple weeks have been wonderful, but part of the reason was because I put an expiration date on this in the first place. So he wasn’t nervous about it getting too serious for him. Who knows how he would have been otherwise? I have to show him that I’m fine with it ending, otherwise it’s always going to be super awkward between us and we’ll never be friends. We both just have to move on and see other people.

I slide slowly out of the side of the bed, trying not to wake him. I want to fix up the house a little before Stick gets home, make sure West and I haven’t left any evidence of our relationship, such as it was, lying around. I pick up my jeans from the floor. I guess West must have taken them off for me, though he left on everything else. I pull them on, and pause, looking down at him. A cloud moves in front of the sun, dimming the light shining in from the window.

West shifts, and his arm extends out, toward the side of the bed where I’d been sleeping. He’s searching for me, his hand grasping the sheet. I take a step back. A small frown crosses his brow, and he turns over, his back toward me and the door. Tears well up in my eyes as I see how quickly he adjusts to me not being in his bed. I tiptoe out of the room, swallowing my pain down as I close the door quietly behind me, and head into my own bedroom.

I take a look at the mussed sheets on my bed and decide to pull them off and do a load of laundry. I toss the sheets in with the rest of my clothes in the hamper and take them down to the basement, putting a load of whites in the washing machine. I walk back upstairs. West seems to still be sleeping, so I decide to go to the grocery store.

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