Page 59 of Love Me

Was I overreacting?

Did I misunderstand something?

Why wouldn’t he talk to me?

I didn’t know when I fell asleep. One moment I was stressing about Knox and the next I was forcing my eyes open when I felt the bed dip. It was too dark to see much. But as a bulky body lay down in the bed next to me, I knew who it was.

Knox.

Too tired to care that I was mad at him, I snuggled closer and closed my heavy eyelids. He wrapped his arms around me, and I let myself drift back to sleep.

I woke again to hands touching all over my body. They squeezed and prodded. My shirt was shoved up and his warm hands groped both of my breasts. I felt too drowsy to enjoy it, my body too heavy to move, even when he trailed kisses down my stomach and stopped over one of my scars. He licked me there. Then the other one.

“I’m too tired,” I mumbled as I felt myself being pulled back to sleep.

My legs were pushed open, bringing me back to semiconsciousness. I opened my eyes again as he buried his face between my legs. His nose rubbed against my clit through my pajama shorts as he breathed in deeply.

I weakly touched the one hand that he still had squeezing one of my breasts. “Please,” I pleaded, sounding drowsy. “Let’s do this tomorrow.”

He stilled for a moment before returning to lie next to me. I fell back to sleep to him brushing hair away from my face.

* * *

“Babe.” I woke to Colt shaking me.

I opened heavy eyes. He and Creed were both hovering over me. What were they doing here?

“Nope,” Colt said, shaking me again and making me realize I had closed my eyes. “You gotta wake up.”

“I’m tired,” I mumbled.

“You need to get ready for school, Shi,” Creed said. “You’re already running late.”

My whole body felt ice-cold and I curled up on my side. “Why is it so cold?”

“The temp finally dropped a little last night,” Colt answered.

“And all of your blankets are hanging off the end of the bed,” Creed added.

My eyelids felt like sandpaper against my eyes. Feeling more exhausted than I’d ever felt, even when I’d forgone sleep to avoid having nightmares, I tried to sit up.

I swayed a little just sitting there and Colt grabbed me by my shoulders to steady me. “Are you feeling all right?”

Hearing the worry in his voice, I tried to perk up. “I need coffee.”

“I’ll go brew some,” Creed said and left for the kitchen.

I scooted to the edge of the bed slowly, weakly. Colt stepped back for me to get up. I stood and began walking toward my dresser. My feet dragged and my vision filled with black spots until that was all I could see. Then I felt myself falling.

“Babe!” Colt yelled, barely catching me before I hit the floor.

The sound of shoes slapping on the hardwood floor got louder and louder. “What happened?” Creed asked frantically.

“I don’t know.” Colt scooped me up bridal-style. “She collapsed.”

“I’m okay,” I said as my vision cleared.

“Maybe we should take you to the doctor?” Creed suggested.