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There was a commotion outside, before the bedroom
door slammed open. I groaned, pulling a pillow over my
head. “Get the fuck out, Colton.”
“No.”
My muscles tensed, and my heart skipped.
That stubborn voice.
That beautiful, stubborn voice.
Goddamn it. What was she doing here?
The memories of last night came back to me, flashing
behind my closed lids, like black and white polaroid photos.
Lila was here last night.
The kiss.
The fucking kiss that I could still taste on my lips.
Her dreamcatcher.
The pounding in my temples grew worse.
“Get up,” she said, in her sweet, sing-song voice. A voice
that haunted me in my dreams and in my reality.
I kept the pillow over my face, refusing to look at her.
She was my one weakness, and I couldn’t afford to look at
her and… feel. “And you can fuck right off, Garcia.”
There was a small growl, a kitten growl. “Don’t test me,
Coulter.”
Oh, so we were back to being Garcia and Coulter.
Lila was silent for a minute. I heard her footsteps
moving away, and I breathed out. She was leaving? Giving
up already? My ears perked up, when I heard the water
running from the bathroom. What…?
Seconds later, her footsteps approached my bed again. I
didn’t have time to react, before I was hit with the
unexpected.
Freezing cold water. I gasped, threw the pillow off my
face, only to have more water dumped over my head.
“Holy fucking shit!” I sat up on the wet mattress and
wiped the cold water off my chest and face. “What is wrong
with you? Jesus Christ, you’re such a fucking bitch.”