This is Jonathan all over again.
Lunging while he’s distracted, I quickly grab him by the waist and haul him over my shoulder.
“Ugh! Put me down, you fucking prick!”
He struggling like a maniac, wriggling like a worm on a hook while I carry him down the back stairs and through the passageway. It’s a pretty long way to be carrying him like this, especially while he’s freaking out, hollering like a psychopath. Everyone is probably wondering what the hell is going on, and it kinda excites me again…
No big deal, guys. Just fighting with my boyfriend.
He hates me and will probably kill me soon, but until then, we’re fucking and fighting like your standard toxic couple.
Eventually, Angel goes limp in my arms and just breathes. Every now and then a tiny whimper will slip out, and it cuts me deep.
But that’s what I deserve, isn’t it?
I can’t have this kid sleeping in my bed with me. It’s too dangerous. Too risky.
For now, he’ll have to stay in the cage.
That’swhat fits for The Ivory.
Inside the cage, I drop him onto his bed, turning to leave. But something stops me. It’s the same thing that prompted me to invite him up for a date in the first place… The same thing that let him inside me tonight.
Thatthingthat keeps having these instinctive reactions to him.
Grasping him by the jaw, I lean down, expecting him to fight. To shove me away, or slap me in the face.
But he doesn’t.
He simply gapes up at me while I drop a plush kiss on his perfect lips.
“Sleep tight, pajarito,” I whisper, eyes closed. Feeling it, soheavy, I’m crumbling.I love you…“Thank you for… letting me see you.”
I take only three extra seconds of smelling him and feeling him before I pull away and leave.
And while I hope he doesn’t hate me too badly for this, I know in the rotten socket of my chest that he should.
He is supposed to hate me… Not be thanking me forseeinghim, which I do. Of course I fucking do. He’s been haunting my brain for twenty fucking years…
He shouldn’t be falling for me, just like I shouldn’t be falling for him.
And if I can help it, then I’ll try to remember to make him hate me when I can.
Because he’ssupposedto.
Ican’t think.
I can’t fuckingconcentrate. On anything.
My brain is completely and utterly consumed…
By the state of this goddamn teddy bear.
It’s actually kind of hilarious and adorable. This cute, fuzzy little bear, all mangled.
A snort bursts from me, and I frown to cover it up.
“So… anything else?” Kent grumbles, and I glance up at him. I believe him to be… almost smirking.Almost.“I could try food again? Chocolates, or—”
