Broken
...Thirteenth Part: Krad...
I was lying on top of Dark, resting my head on his chest as he played with strands of my hair, twisting it around his fingers absently. The hand that wasn't playing with my hair was pressed against my lower back, warm against the skin beneath my borrowed pajama shirt.
It felt strange, the security. Knowing that my kidnapper was locked behind bars came as a great relief. That meant he couldn't find me again. He couldn't hurt me again. And with that resolved, it hardly reached my mind anymore. I had a new sensation running through my head that engulfed me completely. It had been there ever since Dark first kissed me.
"You know what, Krad?" he murmured against my hair, pressing his lips against my scalp briefly.
"Hmm?"
"I think I love you, too."
Grinning, I moved to kiss him again. Dark slipped his hand around the back of my neck, kissing me back and making it last longer than I would have – but I didn't mind. There wasn't anything that I could remember enjoying more than the thief's lips against mine, or against my skin in general. He could kiss my face, my back, my shoulders; it made no difference to me.
After I was broken, I thought, Dark had put me back together backward. I had some memories of the person I had been before acquiring my own body, and I wondered at how much things had turned around.
"Dark!? What are you doing in there!?" Emiko's voice shouted from the hall.
"Nothing!" Dark shouted back, muttering, "Geez..."
"Don't think you can fool me, Dark! Stop making out with Krad and go to bed!" Emiko hollered before walking away again.
"How does she figure this stuff out?" I wondered. Emiko Niwa was a very puzzling woman.
Dark laughed. "She's a mom," he explained humorously. "Moms know everything – and don't try to tell one otherwise." He claimed my lips again before I could ask why. "Good night, Krad," he said softly.
I slipped my hand into his, twining our fingers together. "Should be..."