Romily points to Bellamy, who shakes his head. “I told you we didn’t need to ask,” he points out, blushing again.
He and I have the same coloring, but this poor guy blushes at the drop of a hat. I do not envy his life in red. I bet that’s why he’s so dramatic all the time. He can’t hide it so he’s got to lean into it.
“About what?” I still want to know why they came over since they didn’t know we lived here.
Bellamy turns toward the window, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Our phones ding.
Romily:Why don’t we need to ask about the rumbling? It shook the foundation of the brownstone and that’s not healthy for the building!
“I hadn’t thought of that.” But it’s true. Foundations probably shouldn’t shake the way Darcy makes them when he’s expressing himself in volcano monster. I turn to my mate. “No, actually, I know what you are, and none of that explains why you shake foundations when you’re fucking.”
“Oh my god,” Bellamy curses, walking out of the room. “I’m goin’ home. Or to the office. Yeah, I’m goin’ to the office!” he announces, jerking the front door open.
Darcy squeezes my side and walks after him. He grabs Bellamy’s wrist before he can get out the door and drags him around the corner out of sight, leaving me with Romily and Fox.
I open my mouth to ask about Bellamy’s work, but I’m cut off by Darcy’s voice coming in from a vent in the wall.
“What the hell has gotten into you?”
Romily and I immediately move to get close to the vent.
“Nothing,” Bellamy answers defensively.
We exchange a knowing glance, and I startle to see that Fox has moved with us.
“There’s something. Yer actin’ strange,” Darcy stubbornly denies.
“I’m not,” Bellamy drawls, and it feels like his already formal accent gets more so.
“Dammit, Red, just tell me what’s wrong.”
“Don’t call me that,” Bellamy hisses.
“Then tell me what the fuck got into yer shorts and bit yer ass!”
“You did!” Bellamy barks, and immediately pulls his voice back. “I don’t even know why the fuck it’s bothering me. I’m not into you any more. I got over you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Darcy demands.
“Elijah looks just like me, but I wasn’t ever your type. You said that to me I don’t know how many times. Why do I even care? I’m pissed though. I’m so angry with you.”
“Red.”
“Don’t call me that!” Bellamy yells, then again immediately lowers his voice. “This isn’t your problem. It’s a me problem, and I’m sorry, but this problem means I need some time away from you.”
“Stop that, Bellamy,” Darcy grits out, and I can tell he’s clenching his fists. “I told you that I wasn’t going to be tied down, and we were on the same page, and I’m sorry that I didn’t do a great job of keeping you at more of a distance, but yer looks ain’t never been the problem.Youain’t never been the problem. The problem was always me, and it woulda continued to be me untilthe heat death of the universe if Elijah hadn’t been so damn… perfect fer me. He’s my fated mate. You can’t get more perfect than that. I love the look o’ you, you know that. Yer sexy as fuck, but yer not for me. I’m sorry about that.”
“No, you’re not,” Bellamy sighs. “I’m not, either, because honestly, what would I even do with you? I’m just irrational right now.”
“That’s fine, but don’t think that you aren’t worthy because of me. You’re worthy of love, Bella.”
“I know that,” he retorts. “I’m over it. I won’t get stupid again.”
Darcy snorts. “You will, but we’ll love you anyway.”
Bellamy sighs loudly, and the two fall silent for a few seconds.
