Skin and Bone: A Psychological Thriller by T.L. Keary

Author:T.L. Keary
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2019-11-11T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“I’M PRETTY sure you’re trying to kill me this weekend, Sawyer.”

Ezra gasps for air as he flops back on the mattress. If it were light, I’d see his flushed red chest. I’d see his wild hair, styled by my greedy hands. I might even see him pulling the compromised condom off.

I giggle in the dark, laying my hand on his chest. “Are you complaining?”

His hand covers mine and he chuckles. “I am exhausted and spent after doing that four times today,” he says, and I can hear the smile on his face. “But I’m not complaining.”

“There’s just so much lost time to make up for,” I tease him. “I’m not wasting any more of it.”

He makes a noise of pleased affirmation, stroking his fingertips up and down my arm.

It takes everything I have in me not to flinch away.

I don’t know if this was something he did to Sawyer all those years ago. It must have been. But I can’t be sure. So for now, I have to endure what feels like tickling.

“I’ll be right back,” I whisper as I pull my clothes back on. “I have to pee.”

“You want me to come with?” he asks. “It’s way dark out there.”

“No, I do not want you to come with while I go pee in the woods,” I say, laughing. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

He makes another noise, and I can already hear the tiredness in his tone.

He’ll probably be asleep before I even get back.

Pulling my boots on, I step out of the tent and zip it closed behind me. I aim across camp and step behind the truck, squatting in the dim moonlight.

When I’m finished, I walk up to the truck, to the back tire on the passenger side.

I unscrew the cap. I pull the screwdriver from inside my boot and twist out the needle inside the valve system.

Immediately, I feel the soft rush of air as it leaves the tire.

Now, I just need to make sure I wake up before Ezra and put everything back together in the morning.

The camp area got pretty quiet this afternoon. Everyone was headed back into town, back to work.

There will be no one to help us in the morning.

We should be stuck for another couple of days.

Another couple of days alone. Giving it our very best to pick a winning swimmer.

I tuck the screwdriver back into my boot, and head back to the tent.

I was right. Ezra is out cold when I step inside, drifting off in a satisfied haze.

I smile to myself as I look at him through the dim moonlight.

He looks so sweet when he’s sleeping.

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