Free Click (A Night Fire Novel Book 2) by TM Watkins Page A

it Abigail.”
    My body tingled as the new goop was pressed deep into the skin. Not just because of the person with their hands on me but because the cream had some medicinal properties. Better yet, it wouldn't leave me tacky and hopefully within a day or so, I wouldn't be so pink. Maybe I might even be lucky to go brown. The reality was much more cruel, I would continue to peel and become some hideous monster. I would become a walking, shedding disaster. Say goodbye to a fornicating holiday Abigail, you know you will spend the rest of it hiding in the villa. Sadly, my whispering and taunting mind was right.
    I think that the pain relief has kicked in, so I might just be a little out of it. Pray that I can keep my dignity and not blurt out something utterly ridiculous like the fact that I suspected that I loved Austin.
    It wasn't true. It wasn't possible. I had known him for almost three days now, so the thought of loving him was preposterous. The challenge hadn't failed. It was still alive and running well.
    The pressure washed over my arms, sending the tingle to the tips of my fingers. They moved back up, two thumbs worked the back of my neck.
    “You're peeling already.” A soft voice murmured through the dreamy haze.
    “Mm.” I grinned with sleepy eyes.
    “Feeling better Abigail?”
    I nodded, closing my eyes. I could not wipe the smile from my face even if my eyes were so damned heavy it was difficult to keep them open.
    “How's the bad boy challenge going?”
    “Crap!” I said loudly.
    Shit, where did my volume control go?
    “Not winning the battle?”
    “No.” I mumbled against the bed sheet, feeling the hard fingers press into me.
    The cream made them slide up and down, it felt so good. Pain free, I was floating on a heavenly cloud of happiness.
    “He's so nice.”
    “Nice?”
    “And dreamy. 'S a great kisser too.” I slurred.
    An appreciative murmur turned into a slight huff of a laugh.
    “Can draw but wouldn't show me the black book. Mon, what's in the black book?”
    No answer. Damn her and her poorly timed silence.
    “Smells good too.”
    “Are you sniffing him Abigail?”
    “Nooo.”
    I giggled.
    “What else do you like about him?”
    “We get on well. It's okay with the silent moments. I like that. He's hiding something from me. I don't like that.”
    Silence again. Hazy skies for as far as I could see. The clouds started to form into a shape, slowly wrapping around and as it sat in front of me I giggled.
    “Hey there kitty cat. Where did you come from?”
    The image faded away, making me sad that the kitty didn't want to stay.
    “Kitty cat, huh?”
    The humorous tone couldn't be missed.
    “It was cute.”
    “Of course it was. Oh look, more skin peeling.”
    I cracked an eye open to see the flaked skin being wiped onto the towel I was laying on. Coldness hit the back of my leg, then the warmth of a hand. It happened again, this time to the other leg. The hand drifted high, pushing against my hips and the edges of my backside.
    “Do you think he likes me?”
    “The cat?”
    I giggled. “What cat?”
    “Never mind.” the humorous voice chuckled. “I'm sure he likes you a lot.”
    “The cat?” I frowned.
    Everything was still a blur.
    “Yeah, the cat and Austin too.”
    “Good. 'S good.” I yawned, keeping my eyes closed. “I love him too.”
    The fingers stopped momentarily and then continued on, slowly working their way down to my ankles.
    “I'm sure he loves you too.”
    My world was a blissful bubble of happiness, warmth surrounded me as a soft cool wind lingered through the windows. Then reality hit me or rather, the pain hit me. Carefully I sat up and looked around my room. I was alone, I had slept on the towel last night, surrounded by bits of me.
    Ugh, that's just wrong. I wrapped the towel up and dumped it on the dresser. As I opened the door I saw Monique sitting at the table drinking a coffee. She looked like she'd had a rough night.
    “Morning sunshine.” she