Love Me (WITSEC #3)(50)

“Say something,” I begged.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“What do you feel?!” I yelled.

His hands fisted so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I don’t know.”

I didn’t believe him.

Feeling defeated, I picked up my coat. As I put it on, I said, “When you're ready to talk to me, you know where to find me.” I scooped up my heels, and as I was about to storm out, I paused to say, “Until then, don’t touch me, don’t kiss me, don’t do anything that will lead me on. I’m so tired of you pulling away from me. I thought you would stop when we got together. Apparently, I was wrong.”

I stormed out after that, and as expected, he didn’t come after me.





I told the guys I wanted to be alone tonight. A tiny part of me regretted that decision as I lay in bed, waiting for sleep to take me. I shouldn’t push them away for what was going on with me and Knox. At the same time, I needed space to think.

Had I been wrong?

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.

“I don’t want to go to the doctor.” I laid my head on Colt’s shoulder. “I just want to go back to sleep.”

“We’re going to take you back to our place, all right?” Colt said and began walking.

I closed my eyes. “All right.” Instantly, sleep grabbed hold of me again.





“Shiloh.”

I woke to the sound of Knox’s voice. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. Right away, I recognized that I was in his room. I sat up, relieved I felt more awake than I had this morning.

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing the back of my stiff neck. It felt like I’d slept so hard, I hadn’t moved at all.

“Almost three in the afternoon,” he said, watching me.

I’d climbed into bed last night around ten-thirty. I couldn’t remember when I’d dozed off, but it couldn’t have been longer than a half hour later. Cheese and rice, that meant I’d slept almost sixteen hours.

Looking away from Knox, I asked, “Why am I here?”

“Colt and Creed brought you over. They said you collapsed. I stayed home with you.”