It turns out that Nico got into Bray’s place by knocking Hank out and taking his keys. All the information is a lot to take in but I feel relief in it all. It’s all over with. What’s done is done and the rest will have to play out, but I’m safe, Bray’s safe, and most importantly our baby is too. Maybe some good will come out of this and Sam will get the help he needs.
I look over at Bray who stares at me with pleading eyes, like I’m no longer his. I can’t wait for everyone to leave, because if Bray thinks I’m no longer his, he has another think coming.
Freshly showered, I sit in the middle of our bed, waiting for him to finish his shower. After everyone cleared out I excused myself to clean away the filth I felt was on my skin. I was in the shower for over twenty minutes before I realized Bray wouldn’t be joining me.
When I finally came out he was just sitting on the end of the bed with his head in his hands. When I tried to brush my fingers through his hair he flinched away from me and mumbled that he was taking his own shower now that I was out. Thirty minutes later, he’s still in there. I think he is trying to outlast me. Hoping I pass out before he comes out. Not happening.
“You’re still awake? You should really get your rest, Rebecca.” The use of my name only makes me glare at him.
“What. The. Fuck. Vanilla?” I whip back at him. I have no clue what his deal is.
“Let’s not do this tonight, get some rest and we’ll talk about it in the morning,” he says in a defeated voice. I’m tired as fuck, but I’m more tired of the ‘we’ll talk about it later’ shit.
“No, now. You were hoping I would be asleep, weren't you? Just admit it. You didn’t want to talk to me.”
Making his way over to the bed, he sits down next to me, brushing a finger up my jaw before tucking my hair behind my hair.
“You need new color. This has washed out too much. I got you more dye. I left it on the sink. I checked, and it’s okay for pregnant women to use.”
I roll my eyes at his statement even though I want to throw myself at him and kiss him until I can barely breathe.
“Answer me.”
“You’re right, I wanted you to be asleep when I came out here,” he says without telling me more. It looks like I’m going to have to pull it from him.
“Why?” I say, dragging out the word to show my annoyance.
“I wanted one more night. To hold you in my arms before you push me away.”
“You’re shitting me right now, aren’t you?” It comes out harsher than I mean, but I wasn’t expecting him to say that. I’m not really sure what I thought he was going to say if I’m honest with myself. Maybe that I am more trouble than I’m worth. It feels like he is pushing me away, but Nico’s words ring in my head. ‘He’s obsessed with you.’ The idea of Bray being obsessed with me thrills me. Hell, it turns me on.
I climb onto his lap ignoring the shock on his face. “Because you’re obsessed with me?” I taunt, letting a smile play on my lips. His eyes jerk up to mine and he just stares at me and says nothing. “Are you going to lock me in a room and never let me out?” I joke.
His face turns even more serious at my words. Maybe making a Nico joke wasn't the best idea.
“I won’t lie, I’ve thought about it.”
I giggle at his words. “Good luck with that, Vanilla.” Leaning in, I place a kiss on his mouth. He returns it, harder than I expected. And before I know it, I’m beneath him.
“I’m not fucking around, Rebecca. I’ve become so obsessed with you, I’m not sure what I’d do to keep you. The lines I wouldn’t cross. I’m not sure if you asked me to leave, I’d let you,” he confesses.
“But moments ago you said you thought I would in the morning.”
“Thinking and doing are two totally different things. I’m not sure what I would’ve done come morning.”
Placing a soft kiss on his lips, I mumble, “Okay,” because I don’t really care. He wants me here, I want to be here, so what does it matter to me? When I try to pull him further into me, he pulls away.
“You’re not taking this seriously. It’s a real fear. My father was so obsessed with my mother he killed her. Aren’t you scared I might do the same?”
“No,” I answer, simply because I’m not. He would never hurt a hair on my head. The idea is utterly ridiculous.
“You should be. I’ve fought this unexplainable craving I have for you from the beginning. I saw where it was leading. Haven’t you wondered why I’ve never so much as kissed someone before you? Because I couldn’t let myself be like my father. I couldn’t allow myself to become obsessed with something that way. But you pulled me in and you didn’t even have to try. You were just you, and I was mesmerized by everything that that you did. Just being near you was the first time I’ve ever truly felt alive. I couldn’t let you go, and now here I am, becoming the one thing I fought my whole life not to be.”