Which is fine, as we drown in one another anyways.
* * *
This is something special,lying on the mattress with a naked Violet against my chest and her head tucked under my chin, tangled in a sheet, while the sun begins to rise outside the curtainless windows.
This house is mine, but my first night in it will always be ours.
Ours.
The tickle of her fingertips painting lines against my skin reminds me that we’ve been shadowing one another. One of us wakes, then so does the other. One of us falls asleep, and the other follows.
But something about daylight is more confronting.
“Dec,” she says my name softly, and her gaze rises to study my face.
“Sleep.”
“I can’t, and you can’t either.”
The faintness of a smile forms on my mouth. “True.” I kiss the top of her head, and I stroke her long hair with my fingers.
“This weekend has been… a lot. I mean, there was the sheriff on two incidents, our disagreement, murdered carnations, dinner with your mother… last night. For most people, it would be whiplash, but for us, it feels… like us. It makes sense somehow; I just haven’t figured it out.”
I snort a laugh. “Trust me, in no universe does this weekend make sense.”
“Oh.” She was expecting me to say something else.
I roll us so she’s underneath me, and I lie on my side to look down at her. “Tell me what’s really on your mind.”
“Our lines… they’re blurry.”
“I agree… but this feels right.”
Finally, a line forms on her mouth that pleases me. “What are we doing?” Her question is like a song, as her tone is floaty. She’s trying to hide how scared she is to ask.
This time, I think I’m the one who may blush as my head falls forward and the tip of my nose nuzzles her shoulder. “Everything we never meant to.” I’m being honest.
God, I love when she wraps her arms around my neck.
“I meant what I said. I do want a future. I can’t see someone casually forever, I’ll want more. You’re giving me pieces, mixed messages, acting like we’re more than we are. But stop it if there is no thought behind it.”
I collapse to my back in defeat. “I don’t think when I’m around you, that’s new.”
Violet straddles me while she holds a knotted sheet by her breasts. Her on top of me like this doesn’t help us. My dick is going haywire, and my mind is hypnotized by her.
“Declan, we’re over the blue line because we are no longer casual, and you know that too.”
I plant my hands on her waist while I lick my lips and contemplate what to say exactly, especially after she just threw in a hockey reference. “You’re telling me that we’re heading for the big game now?” Why the hell don’t I feel petrified?
She nods, with a cute wry smile, then to add more damage, she swirls her finger against my chest, reminding me how I can’t get enough of her touch, her pure radiance that she gives us which feels like it’s all for me. “You know, hockey is a really fast sport. Always go go go, but we don’t need to move as fast as hockey. All I’m saying is that things have changed.”
When she lifts her finger, I capture it between my teeth for a little bite and growl before kissing it softly. “What if I say I agree?”
“Then we should probably talk about what that means.” She rotates her pussy on top of my cock.
This isn’t fair, she’s using her bewitching powers. I love it.
“You’re no one else’s.”
