Chapter Eight: Violet

"Stay." The rasp in his voice sent goosebumps along my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention. I slowly leaned back to resume my position like a skittish dog, waiting for him to kick me off of the bed. That's what most normal people would do if they found a stranger making themselves at home in their bedroom, let alone in their bed. Our arms brushed against each other as I sat back against the wall next to him. He took the controller out of my hands as the next round started.

"My turn." He whispered, and my eyes traveled down to his lips before he turned his head back to the screen. I quickly picked up the bottle and took another sip to try and distract myself. At this point, the burn was no longer there, and the liquid slid down my throat easily.

The warmth of his skin against my bicep made my breathing pick up slightly. After a few minutes of silence, I gave up on trying to keep my eyes securely on the screen and turned to look at him again. The