Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Colin seemed ecstatic, practically tumbling me onto the bed with a gleeful force. If he had a tail. it would have been wagging furiously.

“Phoebe. I’m burning up,” Colin said, hugging me and wriggling around on the bed like a puppy.

I tried my best to contain my anger. It wasn’t a fever he had; he was…

“I warn you to sleep now, Caleb,” I could clearly read his intentions. His face was almost yelling his desire. Could he be any more shameless?

“Phoebe, seriously, I’m on fire. Touch me, you’ll feel it.” He always spoke with such a deadpan expression, the kind of words that made you want to crawl into a hole.

I thought he meant for me to feel his forehead. But as he held me from behind, I felt like my hand had touched something it shouldn’t have.

“Caleb, I’m warning you…” I almost spat the words through clenched teeth.

He buried his head in my shoulder. This time he was looking so docile, just holding me.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I turned around and slapped him.

The sound was so crisp in the silence.

In the dim light, I caught that his deep, innocent eyes were seemingly brimming with tears, his expression the pinnacle of aggrieved.

My heart clenched, and I regretted my action instantly.

It was my sympathy kicking in; I tried to justify it to myself.

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Almost reflexively, I reached out and caressed his unfairly handsome face, “Sleep now, behave.” He was really settled this time. He stayed quiet, not moving a muscle.

In the silence that followed, every little sound seemed amplified. He sniffed, and I wondered if he was crying. He succeeded in making me wide awake.

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I gritted my teeth and gave in, turning to face him.

“Close your eyes!” I commanded.

He looked at me a long while before obediently shutting them.

My face burned as I took a deep breath and cautiously reached out to him…

His breathing grew heavier. I feel like my hearing was so sensitized that I wanted to curl up myself in a ball. I wished for a hole to bury myself in.

“Don’t move…” I warned him as he tried to embrace me.

“Phoebe…” he called my name.

“Don’t talk and don’t open your eyes…” I threatened through gritted teeth,

But he didn’t listen this time. He just lifted his hand to trap me in his embrace and kissed me.

“Phoebe…”

He kept repeating my name. His voice was hoarse, while disturbingly seductive.

It was like a kitten’s tongue gently lapping at my heart with soft barbs that made my skin tingle. My own breathing became heavy when I knew that he was losing control.

He got a primal instinct but since I was in the early stages of pregnancy, he wrestled with his desires even if it was hard.

Starting tomorrow, we must sleep separately. I swore to myself. Otherwise, who knew when he might lure me into his inferno?

“Phoebe…”

“Phoebe…”

“I’ve waited so long for you…”

“Don’t make me wait anymore, okay?”

In a haze, I heard him speaking to me. He said he had waited a long time.

That night, I dreamed a dream. In it, my childhood sweetheart wasn’t Dexter… but someone else.

Try as I might to run toward him, his face remained a blur.

“Phoebe, come on.” Before me was a meadow, a boy with a kite sprinting ahead.

I seemed so happy and kept chasing after him. Suddenly, fire engulfed everything, swallowing the person before me.

“No!” I woke with a start, my breaths short and my head pounding with pain.

Another nightmare.

I reached for my phone to check the time – 3 A.M.

Rubbing my temples, I reached for Colin, but his side of the bed was chillingly empty.

I sat up abruptly, turned on the light, and searched the bed. The coldness of Colin’s spot told me he had left soon after I had fallen asleep.

Where could he have gone in the dead of night?