35

NADINE'S P.O.V

 

The next few days involved hot sex in the employee room and the occasional sneaking around to make sure that everything was clear.

We could have found another house but none of them felt safe enough to stay in. We would go in to get cleaned but never stayed the night. Part of it was the security, but part of it was because in the little room, we could pretend that we weren't on the run from monsters, we could pretend that our lives weren't in danger.

A part of me didn't want my cuts to heal because I didn't want to leave. It was easy to be here with him, it was easy to exist in this bubble, but we were on a time sensitive schedule and we had to find somewhere safer than this.

I woke up to fingers running down my spine and a hand brushing hair out of my face. The movement was so feather light and soft, a sharp contrast to the rough hands that did the job.