Then she forced her lips to close, pulling them inside her mouth, giving them a warning from within to shut the hell up.
She didn't want me to prove to her just how big I could feel inside her. Old internal injuries were already sending phantom pains to her sensors, causing her to twitch because while giant wasn't a word to describe what hung between my legs, neither was small. . . or even average.
I ignored all her digs, laughing at her pathetic untrue jibe before finally choosing to be the bigger person.
“I actually got these for you. . . I didn’t think you’d be here, but as you know, I live with hope.” I pushed the bag of baos closer to the cage, allowing her a look at what was on offer, if she could control her emotions. The sheets rumpled beneath my touch, showing her that the bed was also on offer.
“How could I not be here?”
“Stranger things have happened.” I let a smile creep onto my lips. “I knew you were hungry, so I figured, if you were still here, you’d want to eat.” I teased, pushing forward the most delicious-looking French fries in the world. Yellow and crispy and plentiful. They weren’t part of the Chinese menu, just something I saw on the way back here. Something, I remembered she liked.
And I liked how it fucking looked whenever she coyly chewed them at the side of her lips.
Her stomach rumbled as she vaguely remembered liking them, too.
“You don't want them?” I taunted some more. “All I want from you in return is an apology. And all this food, it’s yours.”
“An apology?” Her fingers squeezed the bars.
“An apology.” I shouldn’t have asked for one. I shouldn’t have mentioned anything that could bring me pain, just in case, my savior—the demon from Hell—overrode all the damn pills I’d taken and came to block it all out.
“For what? Biting you?”
“For your words and your actions. I don’t know which is hurting more. But they’re both still fucking crippling me, in some way.”
“I shouldn’t have to apologize. You brought everything on yourself.” Meekness took over her voice the longer she spoke, but she still found the power to voice her thoughts.
My strong girl.
“You should apologize, because you hurt me, Jolie, and that’s not right.”
“You’ve hurt me so much over the years, and we both know my suffering only ends when you stop breathing.”
“I’d like to think, that would also bringyou suffering.”
“Well, I wouldn’t hold your breath for that wish. You might die sooner than you think. And I’m still livid right now.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“If I apologize, even if I don’t mean it, can I eat?”
I had to fucking laugh. “Don’t bother,” I told her with a side smile.
“I'm starving. Stop being so cruel.”
That was kind of rich after all the anger she’d spat at me. Though, I shared a body with someone who deserved such hatred.
“If you’re starving, eat. I haven’t stopped you.”
“I'm locked in a cage.” She assessed the lock, wondering if she could guess the correct digits and order.
“You're in a cage.” A very light bobbing of my head confirmed.
“Let me out; I'll be good, I promise. I won’t say anything else to piss you off. Piss him off.” Her statement was a lie, her tone full of regret, but none for hurting me with vicious words. It was all for her and her situation. She hated the fact, that after finally finding her voice, she had to mute it.
But I couldn’t be mad at her for that.
And even when I had reasons to be mad at her, I could never fucking stay that way.
