“It’s not that I dislike who I am or anything… IloveAngel Alvarez. I just… sometimes, when it comes to being physical,I don’t feel like it’s the… right fit. Sometimes I want to be Arianna… to see how it feels.”
“Have you explored this with… anyone?” I can feel that it’s taking everything in him not to freak out thinking about the people I’ve had sex with.
It’s completely adorable.Great.
Now he’s cute as shit… That’s perfect.
I shake my head. “Not really. But then I only just started dressing as Arianna. I’ve done the… femboy thing a few times.”
I’m burning in humiliation.There are some Daddy issues at play here that I refuse to think about.
He pulls abruptly away from his incapacitating neck kisses. “And how was that?”
This time, I can’t hold it back. I grin. “Fine…”
His gaze narrows, so I narrow mine back.
We glare at each other for a couple of heated seconds, until he caves first and exhales roughly, running fingers through his ivory white hair.
“I only gave you the dress as a segue for you to feel more comfortable talking to me,” he says, with a mild, grumbly flutter to his voice.
It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
The Ivory…nervous.
“That’s okay,” I pacify him with my tone, and mirth on my lips. “I like it.”
I run my hand over the smooth material. He blinks, then huffs.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers regretfully. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know it was you.”
I give him a puzzled look. “How would you? I was hiding from you…”
“Yes, but I should have known.” He shakes his head. “Of all people,Ishould have known…”
“Why…?” My brows knit.
“From the moment I first saw you, at Edge, I knew there was something about you,” he says with surety. “Something that made you special, more than just your being Arturo’s child… I knew I’d made the right choice, leaving you alive. Because you’reperfect.”
It’s such an insane thing to say; reminding me that he could have killed me when I was a child. I shouldnotbe swooning… But I am. And I can’t help it.
Hedidn’tkill me.And clearly he’s happy about it.
Sill, I want to scoff in protest, fall prey to my insecurities and insist that there’s nothing special aboutme. But he’s The Ivory…If he thinks something is special, who am I to argue?
He really thinks that I’m perfect? Confusion, brokenness and all?
Wow…
I figured he wanted me here as his possession, hispet.Like Velle…
To be whateverhewanted. I still think he wants to possess me in a way; that might just be the way he is. But he’s not trying to change me, or project some latent fantasy on me.
If anything, I think the fantasy is this.Us.
Lifting my fingers to his jaw, I trace it gently. His tongue glides over his lower lip before he tugs it, just a little, between his teeth.
Fuck me…
