Chapter 98: Sleep, You’re Gonna Need It
(ARLO)
"Why then are you so worried about what I might get up to do while you’re sleeping?" I frown.
"Because your desire to take revenge against Sasha might outweigh your desire for my help. I don’t want you to jab a fishing pole into my brain while I’m sleeping."
"You have your way with words." I shudder, climbing the cot then I lie down, staying as far away from Miles as I possibly can.
"Why would I lie to you that I trust you?" He asks as he joins me in the bed, carefully lowering himself into the cot. The cot squeaks beneath our weight and his bulk takes much of the room. He isn’t trying to cuddle with me. That I know. Even so, our bodies are still pressed together.
"The feeling is mutual. I don’t trust you either." I mutter.
"Exactly," he says, turning his back to me. Honestly, I am relieved. I’m not sure I would have relaxed if he was watching me with those cold dark eyes of his. Being that his body is warm, I lean into him a little. After all, we are already crushed together so what’s the difference? He might be a thuggy jerk, but he is a warm thuggy jerk.
And I could very much use the warmth right now.
I rest my face against his big back. Surprisingly, he smells too good for someone who has stayed in this dump for days. Without a shower. The sweater he has on smells of mothballs, but it is his natural scent that attracts me. He has a masculine woodsy scent to him. The fact that I feel calmer beside him bewilders me. I’ve never been this much in touch with my omega instincts. Something about being close to Miles brings them out.
For a while, we lie like that and I soak in the heat of his body. I’m much warmer, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to sleep. I’m pretty wound up. Part of me wonders what my father would say if he saw me cuddling with Sasha’s second. Perhaps he is rolling in his grave now. Is he? Maybe I would try and stab him with one of the broken fishing poles if I was that ruthless. But as he said earlier, we do need each other now.
We have all the time to fight once we are out of this dump.