I just wanted to lie here, connected forever.
Resting my head in the crook of his neck, I kissed him delicately while he stroked his hand through my damp hair.
He turned his head to look at me, his cheeks flushed and his shy-guy smile back on his face.
“Did you… did you mean all that? Do you really love me?” he asked, his voice soft and delicate.
My heart squeezed in my chest, and I choked on a rough laugh.
“I feel like I should be asking you that, ginger snap.”
He frowned at me as I pushed off of him, finally sliding out of his ass.
I leaned back to watch my cum drip out of him and shuddered in pleasure, another throb of need already hitting my spent dick.
Fuck that looked good.
“Why would you say that? You don’t believe that I love you?”
I cocked my head and gave him a small grin.
“I don’t know. It feels hard to believe. If you just said it in the heat of the moment, that’s okay, baby.” I reached out to cup his cheek, hating the perplexed look on his face.
“Didyoujust say it in the heat of the moment?!”
“What?! No! I meant every word… But I get it if you can’t love me back. I’m not an easy person to love,” I whispered.
“Now,whoon earth made you believe that?” he asked, looking like he wanted to kill whoever made me feel the way I was feeling. I shrugged and cut him a smirk.
“Come on, Ryan. Even you took a while to warm up to me.”
He scoffed and scooched closer, resting a palm on each of my cheeks and looking me in the eyes.
“That’s because I’m an anxiety-ridden perfectionist who fears change,” he pointed out matter-of-factly, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “Not because there’s anything wrong withyou.”
I chuckled but raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?”
Ryan nodded solemnly. “Yeah. It took me like a month to warm up to our new coffee maker… but eventually I got there.” He winked and brushed his thumb over my lip ring.
“I may not have had it quite as bad as you and your sisters, but my life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, Cal.”
“I know what it is to make tough choices and live through difficult times. I know whathardis… Loving you isn’thard,Callum,” he whispered, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
Ryan and I cuddled, then fell asleep together. I had no nightmares, and all the trauma I suffered from the bullshit Damian put me through was healed overnight, and we all lived happily ever after.
Just kidding.
That’s not how anything actually works… unfortunately.
Despite how amazing the sex had been with Ryan, I had horrible dreams that night.
My nightmare had shifted again. Now, the version of Damian that touched himself while McGreggor branded me was burnt up from the grenade I had killed him with.
‘How could you do this to me, Callum? After everything I’ve done for you?’
His voice sounded like my mother’s voice as he stroked his horribly burnt and scarred cock. Blood and puss were leaking from his eyes, and I screamed and screamed as McGreggor pressed the brand harder into my chest.
