Chapter 82
Staring at him, I couldn’t quite put my finger on the feeling, but wasn’t he just a little too obedient?
Was it possible that he’d agree to anything I said?
“Stay put; I’ll dry your hair,” I said, fetching the blow dryer and setting to work.
He sat still as if he were a statue in the bathtub like he really was that compliant.
Skepticism crept in, and I decided to test him again. “You’re crashing on the couch tonight; I get the bed.”
Colin glanced back at me, his eyes a mix of innocence and allure.
I expected resistance, but he simply nodded. “Okay.”
“You’d agree to anything I say?” I prodded.
He nodded again.
“So, if I told you to jump off a bridge, you’d do it?” I couldn’t help but ask, curious.
His body stiffened, he didn’t turn to face me, just nodded.
razy…” I muttered under my breath, standing up to leave. “Come on, get out and go to sleep. You can sleep on the bed, but no funny business.”
I lay in bed, waiting for ages before he finally emerged.
He approached the bed hesitantly, then, clutching a pillow, seemed to resign himself to the floor.
“The floor’s cold; take the bed,” I said, cocooned in my duvet.
“I can’t…” His voice was low, a refusal.
“Why not?” I asked, puzzled. After all, he had shared the bed with me for the first few days after
I came back, and now that we had a kid, what was he playing at?
“I could hurt you.” Colin whispered.
“What?”
“I have strong desires for you,” he said bluntly.
Stunned, I pulled the duvet tighter around me. “Then, yeah, the floor is yours.”
Perhaps it was the presence of another person by the bed. That night, I slept surprisingly well. When I woke up, it was nearly noon. Colin was still on the floor, looking worse for wear. Touching his forehead, I panicked and dashed out. “Hey, housekeeper! Call a doctor!”
16:13
Chapter BZ
Colin was sick, seriously so, and had been unconscious for far too long.
I felt guilty for having him sleep on the floor.
But he seemed too compliant, actually taking my word and spending the whole night on the hardwood.
Sitting on the couch, I rubbed my temples in a daze. My phone rang, and it took me a moment to snap out of it.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.” It was Stella on the other end.
I straightened up. “Stella.”
“Another one’s in trouble,” Stella’s voice was hoarse.
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