Page 42 of Into The Rabbit Hole

Chapter 8

Taylor

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Wes madelove to her allnight.

Taylor normally loved watching the sunset and the dawn of a new day, but this was the first time that she wasn’t looking forward to it. She didn’t want to leave him and step back into the realword.

The real world where she’d been run off the road and into Dead Man’s Gorge because this crazy person was trying to kill her. The world where her brother was in prison and her friends and family were in danger. That was her world, and there was nothing to look forward to init.

Chloe was excited about the idea Wes had to use the camera on the bike. Her dear friend looked so at ease by the thought that there was finally something that could save Wade, having so much faith in thisidea.

But what if it didn’twork?

She rested her head against Wes’ chest and he ran his hands along her waist and up to herface.

They lay in his bed wrapped in each other’s arms. That was how they fell asleep. She’d woken up about half an hour ago, attacked by the thoughts that zoomed through hermind.

She lifted her head and met his adoringgaze.

“You’re awake,” he stated with a groggysmile.

“I just… I wasthinking.”

He lifted his head slightly and she looked over his incredibly sexy, tousled hair. She didn’t know what state her hair was in, but it captivated her to see that he was one of those guys that clearly looked amazing when they first wokeup.

“About what? That look you’re giving me makes me think of one thing, and I’m ready to go again. Just saying.” He winked at her through tiredeyes.

She giggled and kissed the edge of hischin.

“I won’t say no to that, but…” She didn’t know what to say. It wouldn’t matter how many times he made love to her, or how good she felt, she’d still have to go back to her life at somepoint.

His lips on hers soothed her mind and filled her with hope. He lifted a lock of her hair and wrapped it around his thumb. Her white blonde ends looked striking against his sun-kissed bronzeskin.

“Don’t worry, Taylor, things have a way of workingout.”

There.

Those were the words she’d so longed to hear. How fitting that they would come from the guy she assumed would say that. Wes smiled down at her and she took a moment to appreciate the look of admiration in hiseyes.

“Oh Wes, do you really think so?” She wanted so badly to believethat.

“I do, and trust me, I will do my best to do whatever Ican.”

“I don’t want to leave you.” She breathed, feeling the back of her eyessting.

“Then don’t.” He lifted himself up onto his elbows and gazed at her with a broad smile on his face. “Don’t leave me.Stay.”

She sat up, shocked by his answer, and brought the sheet up to her chest. “What?”

“Stay with me. Simple. You don’t want to leave—stay. We’ll go to the beach house, see what we can do about the tape on the bike, and then you can come back with me.Here.”

“You’re being serious?” She couldn’t believeit.

“Yes.”

“Really, but we… What if a week from now you decide you can’t stand me? Or if you think I think you were asking me to move in because I have a bag here or something? Whatif—”