Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

legs. My headache seemed to be coming back. I couldn’t believe how long it was taking me to bounce back. He watched me like a predator watches a fawn, his eyes moving up and down my bare legs. I felt safe with him against everything, except him. And me. Out there I wasn’t afraid of the date rapist, bears, wolves, or cougars, but I was afraid of me. I was afraid of losing control of myself and doing something, based entirely on my emotional body, and not on common sense or rational thought. That was not a comfortable thing for me.
    He stood up after a minute and held his arms out. “Okay, I’m ready.”
    I frowned. “Can we walk?”
    He stepped forward and picked me up, and before I had a chance to argue my opinion on the matter, we were gone.
    He looked hurt as he pulled us through the air and everything sped past me in a sickening blur. “What’s the matter—you don’t trust me? I've really slowed the flash down for you. We're barely moving.”
    I shook my head. “It's not that. I just don’t like not being in control.”
    He laughed, not watching where he was going, making me nervous. “I think the only thing saving both of us from making a huge mistake tonight, is your control, because I’ve lost all of mine.” His eyes glistened dangerously, as he bent down and kissed me.
    I panicked. “Watch where you’re going.”
    "We're in your room, Aimee."
    The next thing I felt was the softness of my sheets. Wide eyed I frowned at him. “I have sand on my butt—I don’t want it in my sheets.”
    He shook his head and sat on the chair across the room watching me. I was embarrassed to be seen changing. Regardless of the fact, he had already seen me showering, which disturbed me enough. I gave him a look and walked to the bathroom with new pajamas. “Be right back.”
    I wasn’t right back. I stayed in the shower trying to translate all of the details he told me into layman’s terms, as if I were telling my sister.
    “ He is an immortal who was trying to help us cope with mom's accident. He was trying to make sure a negative outcome didn’t happen, as a result of Mom's death, which was not meant to be. A supernatural force or being killed Mom, as a result, everything in our lives is upside down. I accidentally died on his watch and he managed to save me. As a result, I can see him and dead people, even though that is unfounded at this point. He is attracted to me and I him, even though he isn’t a human being.” I summed it up out loud to get a good grasp on how things were. I turned off the shower and knew what I had to do.
    "I have lost my mind, he isn’t real, and the hallucinations have finally taken over." That seemed more plausible in my mind.
    I dressed quickly and went downstairs, ignoring the pain in my head, to see my dad, so he wouldn’t worry. “Hey, Dad. I’m going back to bed. I just showered.”
    He was reading a text of some sort and looked up with his glasses on, smiling. “Feeling better?”
    I nodded, lying. “Yeah, I think I just needed some sleep. I should be better by tomorrow, I think.”
    “ Okay, kiddo. Night.”
    As I turned to climb the stairs, a knock at the door caught my attention. My dad glanced at me. I nodded. "I'll get it." The trek across the room to the door was brutal. My hands quivered from the pain.
    My stomach sunk when I opened the door. Shane smirked at me and stepped inside. "Hey. Just wanted to check on you."
    He bent his face and pressed his lips against mine. I breathed him in and moaned slightly.
    He grinned against my lips. "You okay?" I was clearly not okay. I was turned on.
    I blushed and pulled back. "Yeah. Just sleepy."
    He tucked my long hair behind my ear and played with the long end. The proximity of his huge hand and my breast was too much. I almost leaned in and made him have a boob graze. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him. I stood up on my tiptoes and ran my fingers up into his thick hair, pulling his face back down on mine. He lifted me and pulled me back out of the house. Away from the watchful eyes of my father.
    He lifted me up, pulling me into him. I moaned into the kiss, caressing him with my hands and mouth. He pulled back chuckling. "Aimes, what's gotten into you?" I wanted to tell him a tall blond hallucination, but I shook my head and wiped my swollen lips.
    "So, we're good?" he grinned.
    "Yeah. Call you tomorrow?" I took a step back, resting my fleecy back against the door.
    He stepped into me and devoured me once