You know, like a kid that knew they were doing something wrong, yet they kept doing it until they were caught?
The guy had stared at me nervously out of the corner of his eye, warily shifting from foot to foot, drawing my attention way better than if he’d just filled his tank up and not acted so guilty.
I’d gone inside to get a drink, and when I’d come out, it was to see the guy holding open the back of the van doors, staring in at something.
Something hit the doors, and the guy had to scramble to get whatever it was contained.
I was just getting to my bike when I heard the cry of a kid shut off abruptly as he slammed the doors closed.
The ‘thump’ of a body hitting something solid had me tensing.
Then I heard the muted wails.
Which led to now, me confronting the piece of shit.
Only, I hadn’t expected the little weasel’s quickness.
Before I could take a step past the gas pump—a gas nozzle still in his panel van—he’d all but dashed toward his front seat and dove inside.
Knowing I wouldn’t catch him, I hopped on my bike, bottle of water toppling out of my hand to mix with the gas that was now pouring out of the pump that’d been ripped free when the van had taken off.
Starting my bike up with a roar, I sped toward the van that was now careening down the street unsafely.
I caught up to him, had my phone in my hand to call the cops, and had another panel van—one identical to the one I was chasing—come out of nowhere and hit me so hard that it knocked my helmet free of my head.
“Bruno.”
I blinked open my eyes, surprised to find Belle leaning over me in the bed, her cool, soft as hell hand covering my cheek.
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Three past three in the morning.
I looked back to her, my breath catching in my chest. “Yeah?”
She was once again only in my shirt.
Her unbound breasts were rubbing deliciously against the soft material of my favorite t-shirt.
Her hair was surrounding the both of us, and it smelled like me—something that I found that I quite liked.
“You were having a nightmare,” she murmured softly.
I rocked my head back and forth on the pillow, not remembering anything of what I was dreaming.
Though, that had a lot to do with the woman that was currently leaning over me, who had no idea just how sexy she was.
“I…” I started, but shrugged, absently lifting my finger up to twirl a piece of her hair around one lone finger. “I don’t know.”
The strand of hair felt like silk, giving the sheets underneath my back a run for their money.
I wanted to bury the rest of my hand in it and never let go.
“You were shaking the bed, and I couldn’t sleep,” she murmured.
The smile that lit my face at that announcement had her shrugging.
“Just being honest,” she admitted. “Are you okay?”
I sighed and reluctantly let go of her hair, causing her to frown herself.