He nodded slowly “you discussed anything?”
“Anything…?” My brows furrowed, comprehension failing me.
“Are you together?”
I opened and closed my mouth. I hadn’t really thought about it. I didn’t know. We certainly hadn’t even come close to having such a conversation, with everything that had been happening lately and with me still coming to terms with the fact that I was hopelessly obsessed and infatuated andin lovewith aboy.
Reading my silence, Stryker laughed hollowly “still got some things to figure out, then.”
“Yeah.” I sighed softly “ I guess we do.”
“Would you like to be? Together?”
I swallowed hard at the question, my throat feeling dry and my brain whirring into action as I thought about it. I did. There was nothing I’d love more than to be with him. He was the most perfect human being I’d ever come across and the only person who made my insides turn so horribly mushy and did such good blowjobs. He was better at blowjobs than me. A hundred percent better. He was also the only person who’d ever cared for me and looked after me and put up with my indecision and temper tantrums. I’d never had anyone doing that growing up. My parents weren’t exactly good atbeingparents. But it was dangerous. It was illegal. We were lucky that Stryker had been the only one to clock on to it.
Again, I’d been silent for too long.
Stryker huffed out an amused laugh “I think you would.”
“I would.” I hastily agreed “of course I would. But it’s…complicated.”
“I know.” He replied simply, wincing as he straightened up “next time I see you I want some good news though, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I murmured “sure.”
“Imean it.” He laughed “I want good news, and I want us to go outside on the porch of Raven’s house and smoke a few joints whilst my newborn baby is fast asleep along with its mother. Okay?”
“Okay,” I laughed back, feeling a bit like a weight that I hadn’t known had been there had been taken off my shoulders at his words. I realised that I’d missed talking to Stryker.
“Good. Kiss Matt goodbye for me, yeah? Don’t think I’ll catch him.”
“I will.” I smirked “very gladly.”
“Don’t I know it.”
When Matthew opened the door to my room that night, I was only half asleep. I rolled over and pressed a slobbery kiss to his cheek when he climbed into bed, whispering “that was from S.”
He chuckled lightly, nuzzling my neck “didn’t realise you were awake.”
“Can’t sleep.” I admitted softly. It was true. The conversation with Stryker had been whirring around my brain since I’d lay down.
“No?” He asked, leg snaking it’s way between mine and arm slinging around my waist.
I shook my head, swallowing nervously, throat feeling dry.
“Your chest infection still bad?” His voice was tinged with concern. I shook my head “not that. I was just…thinking.”
There was a short silence in which Matt was clearly waiting for me to elaborate. When I didn’t, he prompted “about?”
I sighed loudly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt “you love me.”
“Yep.” He agreed easily.
“And I love you.”
He ran a hand through my hair, making a pleased shudder pass through my body “hm.”
“And we don’t like it if the other sleeps with other people.”
