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"I’m sorry," he said quietly "I had to"

I expected hi rooht there I assumed he wanted to further torment me, but he looked socoo, that I kneas trying to ht

It re when Robin Williaain to Matt Damon until he snaps and breaks down I had already snapped With the tears that started to rush to my eyes, I kneas time to break down

I keptas I could until they were so full of tears that I had to shut them Yesterday I was too embarrassed to cry in front of Dex but now I didn’t care at all And an to sob and bawl, letting out everything fro from the last twenty-two years Dex watched me for a few seconds, then put both arently pulledthe fuss, but then just gave up and buriedsnot all over hi now to cal He just heldIt made me realize, in the back of my wrecked head, howyou don’t really think about until you’re re it

And now I realized how much I wanted it, needed it, from him This topsy-turvy o I still didn’t know him but I felt like I didn’t need to They say people who experience extreether develop an unspoken bond between the it felt to knoas a potentialit was to deal with hio back to Seattle in an hour, there was a line of unseen energy (a bond?) drawing me to him And selfishly, naively, I hoped he felt it too

His neck smelled like that delicious aftershave and natural musk Maybe I could stay like this forever

But my tears slowed and my breath and heart resumed to a reasonable rate And I think I soaked his jacket front

I reluctantly pulled away and grimaced I fished out a damp tissue from my pocket and dabbed it up

"Sorry," I whispered, embarrassed

He looked down and sitated winethis is nothing"

I couldn’t help but sy tissue across th away from mine, and I didn’t want to look completely wretched I noticed he still had his arms around me, so, obviously, I didn’t look that bad That said, he was crazy, so

Soo back into his sexy, sleepy default mode and his broitched al He took his hands off of htly abashed It felt like there was a weird tension hanging in the air and he just noticed

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes "You’ll be OK now"

"Sure," I ed hand

"Believe me I’ve been there I’ve seen stuff You’ve let it all out; it can’t do any e It’s when you don’t let it out, well"

He put his hand in his pocket, produced a prescription bottle of pills and shook it for effect

"What happened?" I asked cautiously How much stuff did he have in his pockets?

"That’s a story for another time," he said sih his eyes remained blank

"Oh," I said stupidly

"I’m not schizophrenic Just so you know Just sort of bipolar"

"That makes sense"

He rolled his eyes "The medication can really ut I get Too much and I resemble Tom Arnold Too little and, well, I’m really not crazy if that’s what you’re worried about"

"I’m not worried And you don’t look like Toh"

"That’s because I’et by And even with the rabbed his storab

"Women love this," he said with a wink

"I’irlfriend does," I said quietly

"You’d think," he joked, "but she just nags ayest shit ever I went for the first sixsomeone to torture me"

"I’m sure she understands"

He shook his head "You’ve seen what she looks like She’s got soh standards Anyway, she doesn’t know I’m still on medication"

That surprisedHis deadpan expression didn’t aidHow could she not know?"

He shrugged "Because she doesn’t"

"Doesn’t she see you taking pills?"

"I can be discreet I doubt it would make a difference"

I narrowed my eyes at this new information I already felt quite biased, but now I knew Jenn was a bitch