Twisting Minds by Tessonja Odette

Author:Tessonja Odette [Odette, Tessonja]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crystal Moon Press
Published: 2020-01-31T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I wake up to a kiss on my cheek and blink into the morning light. Darren’s arm is around me, and he’s looking at me with a mixture of confusion and tenderness.

“Hey,” he says.

I turn toward him, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “How do you feel?”

He smiles. “So much better. Thanks for taking care of me last night.”

“Of course,” I say, then hesitate. “What was that all about anyway?”

“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug. “I hardly remember any of it.”

“Did something happen yesterday? Something that made you want to stop taking your pills?”

He averts his gaze. Another shrug. “I think I just forgot to take them in the morning.”

I narrow my eyes, wondering if he’s telling the truth. “But you’re feeling totally fine now?”

“Yeah. I’m really sorry you had to see me like that.”

“It’s okay.” I put my hand on his arm. “Is that...how you normally are when you aren’t being medicated?”

He meets my eyes with a laugh. “You mean crazy? God, I hope not.”

“So that was just a one-time thing?”

He leans in close to me, brings his hand to the side of my face. “I promise you, Claire. You will never see me like that again. Everything inside me wants to protect you, not scare you. You know that, right?”

Our proximity stirs something inside me. My heart races as I’m struck by the realization that Darren is in my bed. My bed. And he’s staring down at me like he realizes it too. I reach for him, placing my hand behind his neck and pull him close until our lips meet. This kiss isn’t fierce like our others. There’s passion, but there’s an unprecedented gentleness too, like each kiss is an apology from him and acceptance from me.

But that doesn’t mean our kiss is entirely chaste, either.

Darren’s hand leaves my face, trailing down my neck, tracing my collarbone. Then his palm smooths over my shoulders, down my arms, then stops at my hips where he gives me a squeeze. He then runs his fingers along the waistband of my jeans. It seemed sensible last night to sleep with my clothes on, considering I had a delusional man in my bed. But now, I wish I’d thrown caution to the wind.

My hands do their own exploring, moving down his chest, around his waist, then under his shirt and up his smooth, firm back. I feel his muscles flex with every movement he makes, and I can feel myself arching toward him, my body begging to be closer. His hand begins to creep from my waist up my stomach. My breaths are getting heavier. Our kisses deeper.

And then the moment shatters.

A persistent musical tone creeps upon my awareness, coming from somewhere in the middle of my room.

Darren lets out a frustrated groan, his hand over my ribcage, then sits up.

My body shudders with disappointment. I was burning with curiosity to see where his hand would go next. Why couldn’t we have had just a few minutes

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