“You look like shit,Rubenito,” Baal drawls as he sits down at the table in front of me and I huff.
“Fuck off.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work so hard,” Baal raises a brow.
“Well, thank me then,” I snort. “This is the only time you’ll see it.”
He hums as he settles into his chair, watching me strangely. “He really means a lot to you.”
An observation. Not an accusation. My nose flares. I dislike the knowing look in his eyes as the waitress comes to put water between us.
“It’s all over your face,” Baal grins. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this far gone.”
I open my mouth to protest but there isn’t a single defence I can come up with.
Me neither.
Ever.
My mouth snaps shut as I drag a hand through my hair.
Christian and I haven’t talked properly… about what we are, or if we’re anything at all. But we’re getting there slowly. He’s letting me unravel the pieces of himself, slowly.
And I’ll wait no matter how long it takes.
“It’s too soon,” I confess. My thoughts are far away as I gaze out of the window. “He’s not ready. He doesn’t want anything serious.”
Yet.
But we are inevitable, baby.
The universe already knows you’re mine.
And I’ve been yours from the start.
“Do you?” Baal’s question breaks me out of my thoughts and I blink.
“Do you want something serious?” He asks again.
I’m momentarily stunned as I stare at Baal. It’s like an epiphany casually detonating behind my eyes.
I think it’s the first time someone’s put actual—sensible—words to how I feel about Christian.
Serious means… forever, doesn’t it?
I dislike sharing. The very idea of it makes me want to put a bullet betweensomeone’s eyes… So, if we’re serious then… I’d be the only one monopolizing him.
As in just us.
As in marriage.
As inhusbands—
A vision of him calling me hubby flashes before my eyes for the barest of moments.
And suddenly, I’m pinning him to the floor and spreading his legs apart so I can fuck him deeper—
“Back to earth now, back to earth.” Baal snaps his fingers before my eyes a few times and it barely pulls me out of the daydream.
