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“Them?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing.
“They’re saying on the news it was a drug murder. Those kinds of things are usually organised by gangs. He – sorry – what was his name again?”
“Chris,” Lila mutters, the sound of it raspy on her breath.
“Chris – may have done the actual killing, but he didn’t do it alone. We don’t know how many may be involved or to what extent.”
“So even if they catch him…” she says, thinking out loud.
“If they get him and know for definite that he committed the murder, it’ll be over. As long as there’s no risk that we’re going to testify against anyone else, they’ll forget about us. You don’t know anyone else that he works with, do you?”
She shakes her head.
Several moments pass as we sit in silence.
“I don’t want to leave you alone,” I say.
Lila lifts her eyes to look at me. “Stay.”
A smile creeps across my face. “Yea?”
“Yea,” she nods.
I take her hand in mine, my eyes locking on hers. I lean in and gently press my lips against hers. My heart starts to race and I pull back, telling myself to calm down.
Fucking hell, what is it about her that does this to me?
Suddenly, a loud grumble fills the silence as Lila holds her hand to her stomach, looking down with a slight laugh.
“Sorry about that,” she says. “I didn’t have much breakfast.”
I laugh. “I could do with some food too,” I say. “Should we order something? Or is there somewhere nice around here?”
She wipes her cheek of its remaining tears and lets out a big breath. “Yea, there’s a pub just around the corner. Just give me a minute to get changed,” she says.
I nod as she stands and walks towards her bedroom, looking back at me with a small smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
I can’t help but notice that below my hoodie, she’s wearing tight black leggings that leave little to the imagination.
A smile fixes itself onto my face as I remember she said she’d been out for a run, realising that we were working out at the same time.
Thoughts of Lila being hot and sweaty makes me lightheaded as a rush of blood surges to my cock.
I toy with the urge to follow her into her room the same way she had done last night, but I decide to hold back. Instead, I put my hand in my pocket and adjust myself, tucking my cock into my waistband. Not ideal, but the gym shorts I’m wearing are a lot less forgiving than jeans.
A few minutes later, she comes out looking refreshed, her make-up retouched and wearing a long-sleeve grey top and jeans. She looks incredible, and I smile as she walks towards me.
“Very nice,” I say with a cough, pulling my hoodie down to ensure my waistband doesn’t draw any attention.
She does a little twirl, shooting me another smile that sends my heart straight into my throat.
“Good to go?” she asks.
“Yea, let’s go,” I reply, adjusting myself again as she pulls on her coat and boots and we walk out the door.
Chapter 29
Lila