Page 33 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“What are we going to do now?” she asked.
“I’m going to try and figure out who is threatening you.”
“They’re watching me,” she added.
“It could just be an empty threat. It could be nothing,” I tried reassuring her.
Sabrina looked up at me with her big brown eyes. Her luscious lips parted. I imagined pushing my tongue in there, tasting her again. It would be so easy right now to pull her in. Feel her body against mine.
I should have taken her when I had the chance.
“It’s not an empty threat, Spike. I can feel it in my bones. Somebody is out to get me. Somebody is going to find me, get their hands on me and hurt me. I know it’s going to happen. I don’t know if you can keep me safe from it,” she said.
There was a single tear rolling down her cheek but she wiped it away. She wasn’t going to cry today.I was hungry and figured she would be too. So I threw two frozen pizzas in the oven while Sabrina sat on the couch in my living room, flipping through the channels on TV.
I stood at the kitchen counter, watching her as she sat there. She had been silent the whole evening since we got here. She wasn’t asking me any more questions, didn’t demand any answers from me. It was as if she had given up.
I wanted to hold her. I wanted to see her smile, and I didn’t even know why.
Once the pizzas were ready, I carried them to the table in the living room. Sabrina looked disinterested.
“You should eat something,” I said and took a slice of the pizza. She looked at the food and then looked away. “Seriously. Sabrina, eat something.”
She took a slice and tasted it and I could see she didn’t like it, but then ate it anyway. She clearly did it so I would stop bugging her about it. I drank some more of the beer.
“Look, I know you want to go back home and want your father to come home too. I’m going to try and figure out some answers for you.”
She looked up at me with her perfectly arched eyebrows.
“No, I don’t give a shit about where my father is. And that place…the house…it has never been much of a home to me.”
Her shoulders heaved lightly as she spoke. Then what did she want?
“Okay, so you just don’t want to be here.”
“That is not what I said. I just don’t…I don’t know what I want. Okay? I don’t know what is going on. I don’t know the facts of my own life, and do you know how unnerving that can be?”
I stared at her in silence. I wanted to tell her I understood, but we were not friends. Professional distance.
Sabrina was waiting for me to say something, but when that didn’t happen, she stood up from the couch.
“I want to be alone. I want to go to bed. Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?” She spoke firmly.
“You can take my bedroom. It’s through that door,” I said and pointed over my shoulder down the hallway.
She walked to the door and then turned to look at me. I thought she was going to say something. A part of me hoped she would invite me into her room.
“Hope you have a good night, Spike,” was all she said and then she left me alone in the living room. I sat back with my pizza and beer. At least this way, I’d be able to get some shut eye too. Nobody was going to get anywhere close to her as long as she was here in my apartment tonight.12SabrinaI sat on Spike’s bed while I could hear the TV sounds outside in the living room. I’d lost track of time. I’d taken off my jeans so I was just wearing the crop top now.
How long had I been sitting here on his bed? I never thought I would actually be in his room. On his bed. I was trying not to think about all the ways that there was electricity running through my veins.
If only he was here too. What would it feel like to be lying in bed with him? Better than wrapping my arms around him on his bike? Better than everything else in the world?
What was he watching? What was so much more important to him on TV than me?
It was obvious that Spike had no interest in me. That kiss was a mistake. It made me want to cry every time I thought about how he shoved me out of his way in the clubhouse when we kissed. For a few moments, to me it felt like we were in heaven. But I was wrong about everything.
I lay back on the bed, surrounded by the scent of him, the feel of him on these sheets. I ran my hand on the cool soft texture. I buried my nose into the pillows. It smelled of him and I imagined being wrapped in his arms right now. Right here.
