Page 27 of Dirty Behavior

The door began to swing open slowly, creaking at the hinges. My heart froze up, stopping altogether and sending a sharp pain like hot lightning around my muscles.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyes bulging out as the numbers began to speed up.

He didn't speak, he just stood with a crooked frown that I wanted to cut off his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”I asked again, winding my fingers tight into the blanket.

I had thought that this place was a lost tomb, concealed from the world and resting in its own private oasis.

And in my warped and childish selfishness, I thought that nobody else would ever come here. I wanted to think that we could maybe make this our home when everything was all over.

But I didn't know we weren't actually alone. . .