Chapter 10
“You should sleep,” I murmured.
He let out a low chuckle, slid in beside me, and wrapped an arm around my waist, careful not to press on the bruises.
“Then I’m sleeping with you.”
My body healed up little by little, but Clark still wouldn’t let me leave.
“Simon’s locked up, yeah, but the Muttries are still out there. I’m not taking chancés.”
His fingers skimmed over the faint scars on my wrist. His eyes darkened.
I exhaled. “You gonna keep me locked in here forever?”
He dipped his head and bit my earlobe, voice dropping. “If I could, I’d keep you all to myself.”
That surge of possessiveness had my heart thudding, but I couldn’t resist poking at him.
“Mr. Johnston, sounds like illegal confinement.”
He laughed, threading his fingers through my hair, hand cradling my head as he kissed me.
“Then sue me.”
The kiss hit hard–like he was trying to steal every breath I had.
