The labored rise and fall of my chest. The vertigo. Feeling my heart beating. All of it was worsening, and then suddenly gradually it started dying down. I looked down at the pillow in my hands that carried his oaky, earthy scent and held onto it harder.
Finally calming down, I was just about to get back up when his voice filled the room.
"What are you doing lying here all alone in the dark? I called out to say I was home. Didn't you hear me?" he asked as he approached me.
"I got bored waiting for you and decided to lie down for a bit. I must have dozed off," I said, my voice even, but my throat was dry and the words still wouldn't leave my head.
…make you kill Scott…
If he turned the light on now, he'd see and I will have ruined our night. How many had I ruined already? How many times did he feel like he couldn't touch me because of what a fucked up mess I was?
"You look beautiful," he said, his hands slipping up my legs, instantly making my heart beat faster again.
