When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86
ARTEMISIA

The next day I wake up in an empty bed.

Passing my hand over the now cold bedsheets, I sigh deeply.

He must have gotten away from me as soon as he could.

I know that he struggled at the fact of not marking me, but he was just too set on doing it with his brothers as their marks would help me to withstand his.

Especially Cayden’s.

Getting up groggily, I moan lowly as the fantastic feeling of soreness between my legs gets my body to scream at me to lay back down, but I ignore it with a smile.

I collect Fynn’s t-shirt off the floor and pull it over my head, letting it envelop me with his scent.

Taking a deep breath, I wrap my arms around me, clutching the fabric to my skin.

Perfect, now I’m a creep.

Just as I’m about to walk to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee, the door of the lodge swings open, and Lisa barges into the house.

“Oh, my Goddess! Missy!”

I jump, turning around with a startled expression as she scurries towards me with Daisy following her. “We were waiting for you and saw that Fynn had left. Are you okay?”

“Erm…” I say confused, looking around lost. “Yeah… I guess.”

Daisy is still looking around in awe as Lisa hugs me. “Oh, I was so worried about you! Are you sure you are alright? You seem a bit pale.”

‘Act like it,’ Drake growls, confusing me even more.

‘What are you trying to tell me?’ I ask back, making him grumble.

‘Let her think you are hurt!’

‘But I’m not. Won’t that be bad for Fynn? I’m-’ I try to argue, but he interrupts me with another growl.

‘Just do it, mate!’

“I’m- I’m…” I stutter, making Daisy look at me with a sad expression as well.

Lisa grabs onto my forearms, making me mirror her hold as if she were stabilising me.

Sorry, Fynn.

Lowering my voice, I lick my lips, the words burning in my throat. “It’s nothing... really…”

“Missy! What did he do?” Lisa is so convinced that he hurt me that she pushes further. “You can tell us.”

I let my eyes roam over the room before I finally get the words out that are stuck in my throat.

“He cut my skin,” I whisper, making her eyes widen. “And I think something… you know… down there…”

Taking a breath, I shake my head, “It feels like it ripped.”

She gasps, and I grimace, surprised that she believes the bullshit that I’m telling her.

My heart beats wildly, and I can’t understand why I should make something like this up. She is my friend. Shouldn’t I share with her how happy I am?

Daisy throws her hands in front of her face, whimpering, and I shake my head again. “Oh no, but please don’t tell anyone. I’m okay, really. That is what I wanted.”