“No,” Romeo interrupted.“Leave it out there.”
Chad bit his lip.“Okay...There’s no birds yet.”
“If they have a single brain cell between them, none will come.”He turned his back to the window, then gestured to the table.“Are you finished?”
Chad glanced at his empty plate.“Yeah.”He hurried to grab it, then placed it in the sink.“I’ll ...I’ll wash it up later.”
Romeo pressed his lips together.
“What happened last night?”Chad asked.
“I think it’s fairly obvious what happened.I was sick.”
Chad nipped his bottom lip.In the dream it had been cold when Romeo sucked it.He turned away.
“But ...why were you sick?”
“I had a ...dream.”
“About what?”
Romeo didn’t lie to Chad, and he didn’t plan on starting.
“I dreamed I killed you, then fucked your dead body.”
He’d always enjoyed watching Chad squirm from his blunt delivery, but the shock on Chad’s face didn’t amuse him, and he didn’t find what he’d said amusing either.
“Right...”Chad murmured, then he swallowed hard enough Romeo heard him.
“Is ...is that not normal for you?”
Romeo ignored Chad’s question.
“I suggest you start locking your door at night.”
Chad stared at him.
“Maybe keep a knife by your bed.”
“I won’t.”
Romeo frowned.“Won’t what?”
“I won’t lock my door, and I won’t keep a knife by my bed.”
“You’re still suicidal—”
“No.”
“Then you’re just...Idiotic.Six letters.”
Chad narrowed his eyes.“I am notstupid.That dream made you throw up.You didn’t like the thought of doing that to me.”
Romeo leaned closer.“Partof me didn’t.But the other part did.”
Chad swallowed again.He turned to leave but spoke over his shoulder.“I’m still not locking my door.”
“Stupid,” Romeo muttered beneath his breath.
