Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

sleepy."
    "Is that normal?"
    "Yeah but not this sleepy. I think I was just so tired and stressed."
    "Oh." My grin wasn’t fading.
    "What?” He looked at my dorky smile and arched an eyebrow.
    I shook my head. “Oh nothing. Just feels weird you being in my shower, seeing me naked with the lights on—you know, that sort of stuff.”
    He laughed. “We just had s—”
    “ STOP!” I put a hand up to his mouth. “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s talk about other stuff.”
    I had stopped soaping and was rinsing, with what little water I got off of him. He laughed taking my hand away and kissing me slowly, sensually.
    Realizing he was taking all of the water, he moved around me, pushing me into the water. It splashed down onto my face before I realized what was happening. I sputtered as I backed up into him.
    It was not my idea of a shower. I wanted to wash my nether regions, which I couldn’t do with him in the shower.
    I gave up on trying to get clean and hoped to do a quick mini scrub of the area, after he got out.
    His face got serious. “Aimee, where have you been?” he asked.
    I gulped. I knew it was going to have to be talked about at some point. His eyes filled with fear.
    He stepped close to me again, sucking up all of the hot water and pinning me against the cool tiled wall. “You’re the only thing that makes me feel like the person I want to be. I need you. Without you, I have a hole in my chest. I've been going crazy for days.” I could see the truth in his eyes, he needed me. I felt the same.
    “ I need you too. I had to run away from this guy, Dorian, he…well, he was mean to me.”
    I didn’t want to tell him about Dorian assaulting me in the elevator. It was a fight he would never win and he would feel like he needed to defend my honor.
    His face stormed over into a dark and sinister expression. “Who the hell is this Dorian? When did he try to hurt you? Does he work in the hospital? I'll kill him, Aimes.”
    I gulped. “Oh sorry, I thought Blake told you the whole story. He's a demon of some sort, which I know sounds crazy, but he is. You just have to believe me. He tried to scare me, I think. It worked and I ran away.”
    His face looked a bit scary as he spoke, “Blake told me what you believed happened. He seems pretty sure it’s a brain tumor. We need to get you some help, Aimes.”
    I shook my head. “Blake is crazy—brain tumor. No, Dorian made me swap blood with him, it was gross. It healed me, I went from deathbed to fully healed in like half an hour. He said I would change and be dangerous to you and my dad and everyone. Nothing has happened since though. I’ve had some bad stomach aches but that’s about it.”
    Shane looked confused. “You honestly believe this?”
    "I don’t know what I believe. I don’t want to hurt you, though. Just in case.” I sounded nuts, there was no doubt. He didn’t look like he believed me, but he wasn’t giving me the same look Blake was.
    He smiled but something about his eyes worried me. “Get out of the shower and meet me in the guest room.”
    He bent and kissed me, tracing his lips over mine and left the shower. My stomach leapt at the thought of going back into the guest room.
    I quickly washed the things I hadn’t been able to and jumped out, when he left the bathroom. I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way, slinking through the basement into the guest room.
    Blake was apparently not home yet. He was no doubt keeping my sister occupied and convincing her not to come to his house.
    Shane was putting his clothes on when I got to the room, wrapped in a towel. “You’re leaving?”
    He nodded and looked around. “Yeah, we can hang at my place, Aimes. This feels weird.”
    I laughed. “Okay. Meet you there, when I’m done cleaning up?”
    "I can stay and help you clean up."
    I shook my head. "It's nothing major." I felt my face redden at the thought of him stripping the sheets with me.
    He nodded and walked to me, in his jeans without a shirt. He rubbed his hands up my arms. “I love you, Aimee James. I love you so much. Please, don’t leave me again.”
    He bent and kissed me.
    I sat on the bed in my towel, waiting until he was gone to change.
    “ Be fast.” He kissed my forehead and walked from the room. My face was on fire, thinking about what we had done. I grabbed the blanket we hadn’t touched and rolled myself in it like a cocoon.
    As I lay there, the room started to spin. My stomachache, which I