I watched as Kai climbed the stairs with bated breath.
It took her twenty minutes to reach the top, something that should have taken her thirty-seconds to do. It took everything in my body to restrain myself, to keep my feet planted at the bottom of the stairs hidden in the shadows, instead of tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her to bed. But I can’t touch her, for both our sakes. Never again.
If I touch her, I would f**k her, rape her, hurt her. That’s a line I won’t cross, no matter how my twisted brain wants me to. I won’t harm her.
That’s a lie. I’m hurting her by keeping her captive—by not telling her the truth.
She reaches the top, and I wait for as long as I can stomach before heading up the stairs. For one, I need a new shirt, my clothes haven’t arrived yet, and the
