Page 27 of Safe (King’s Heart #1)
Landon
Grant is asleep—has been for hours. I, on the other hand, can’t shut my mind off enough to find any rest. Because… what in the fuck is going on?
No. I mean it. What in the fuck is going on?
A month ago, the guy sleeping across the room from me was the bane of my fucking existence. A person I despised every time I set my eyes on him. And now I’m letting him blow me? Making out? Holding him tenderly and assuring him that he’s safe with me?
What the fuck?
I fucking hate him. He’s made me fucking miserable since before I even got to this school. He’s done so much terrible shit to me. To my family.
Those are the facts, and I know them now when he’s not awake and in my face. When I can’t see his piercing eyes and sexy lips.
But it’s like when he’s in front of me—that pleading, sad, needy look on his face—I forget everything.
God. He looks fucking unbelievable decorated in cum. A fantasy I didn’t even know I had, come to life. I’ve gotten to see it twice. And I really don’t want to stop there.
Does that mean I’m saying yes to his proposition?
Does he even deserve anything from me after everything he’s done? Can I trust him?
No. No to all those questions.
But…
His face flashes through my mind. That half-lidded stare. The desire in his eyes. The way he exploded as my cum struck his face.
Maybe I can think about it more like me taking something from him. Yeah. That sounds good. That makes perfect sense to me.
He was an asshole to me, so now I’m taking what I want from him.
Just sex. No feelings.
Grant shrieks into the silence.
I shoot up in bed as he starts thrashing, screaming, “Stop! Stop!”
I rip the covers off and run to him, trying to grab his hands and calm him down. “Grant. Grant!”
He can’t seem to hear me in the midst of his nightmare, slapping my hands away and continuing to kick at his blankets.
“Grant!” I grab his face in my hands. “Grant! You’re safe! You’re safe, Grant!”
His eyes spring open, but they look through me, still lost in sleep, and then his expression crumples before he whimpers a pathetic, “Landon.”
I sit on his bed and rub my hands through his hair as his breaths even out again, all the while whispering, “You’re safe. You’re safe.”
Yeah. Just sex. No feelings.
I can do that.