Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Oscar’s got a thing for me, I can tell. Maybe young boys were more impressionable, more easily smitten.

Suddenly I felt a pang of guilt. What if Oscar’s feelings for me deepen? What would I do then? I asked myself. I didn’t fancy his pursuit, nor could I reciprocate the way he wanted. I just wanted to use his attention to balance my inner chaos. If he was willing to play this game with me, killing time together, I might consider it. But if he got truly emotionally invested, I’d be totally out of it.

I was deep in thought, my mind a chaotic mess, when Neil came back from his shower. He was in a black bathrobe, exposing some muscular contours, looking quite tempting.

I withdrew my gaze, tucked my phone under my pillow, and pretended to sleep.

After a while, I felt the mattress sink a bit. Neil had lain down beside me. He smelled of a mix of shower gel and shampoo, a scent I found appealing.

“Why don’t you sleep in the guest room?” I asked hirm, my back turned to him, sounding as ift didn’t care.

“I own half of the master bedroom too, Neil responded coldly.

“Why did you use my bathroom then? And my shower gel and shampoo?” I turned around to face him. “I thought you said you didn’t like the scent?”

Once a woman started doubting, her questions became sharper.

ever, he turned to

for a while. I felt somewhat powerless and turned around to sleep. “Forget it. I won’t

grabbed my shoulder and forcefully turned

hell are you doing?!”

kissed me, silencing my outcry. He kissed me until I was almost out of breath. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lips, and then Neil let go of me. There was a trace of blood on his

sure enough, there was blood.

my hand, rendering me immobile.

kiss my injured lips again. Just as I was about to curse him, he shut me up again. We tussled in the bed. I tried resisting him, but his dominant teasing left me breathless. He tried to be gentle but

He got up from the bed, glanced at the mess of sheets and pillows, then went out to the balcony shirtless and lit a cigarette in the falling snow.

took a deep breath, and muttered to myself, “Freeze

determined. I successfully

  1. in.

my good

death, will you?”

and although my skin was covered in marks,

faint smile on his lips. “Come on, let’s continue.” “Fuck off!” I threw a pillow at Neil. He caught it in stride, threw it on the floor,

had such a foul mouth,” Neil said, then didn’t give me any chance

resist hi

admitted defeat

had planned not to stay up late, but every time Neil passionately made

birthday of my mother–in–law, Faith, and I had to drag my tired body out of bed. When I finished showering and sat in front of the vanity mirror, I

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