Hell, the kid is smarter than me, sometimes emotionally and mentally.
Hell, I don’t even know if this is love. Maybe a fling? An annoying fling that says he’s not going anywhere.
Maybe it’s an infatuation. Who gives you unlimited orgasms.
“Do you even like him?” I yell to the kitchen listening to him rummage through what groceries we have.
I seriously need to hurry and do some shopping.
“As what? Your boyfriend? As a person?” The kid is getting a worse smart mouth than me.
“Overall,” I answer back to him.
He steps around the corner, with the milk jug in hand, “He’s fun to prank. He’s protective. He wouldn’t hurt me or at least you. He’s okay in my book.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Lottie. You like him.”
“No, I hate his guts,” I say sarcastically.
“And I’m king of the world,” he retorted back.
The inside of my cheek is getting raw from the constant gnawing on it. My hands clasp my hand. A coffee cup is handed to me in front of my face. The smell of roasted coffee and a dash of creamer awakens my soul. The sip warms my body like a hug from my aunt and nephew.
“You’re too good to me,” I say to him. He returns back to his book.
I push my phone away, telling myself that if he wants to continue this conversation then he knows how to get ahold of me. The dark night falls as the winter winds pick up as the temperatures drop.
Finn decided on pizza earlier and I left it to him to order it as I change into comfy clothes. My world has changed in a matter of months and I’m still deciding on whether it was for the good or the bad.
Club seems protective of their own but they still deal in the shadows and hide certain things and I don’t know if Finn needs to be around that. Let alone if I need to be around that.
I jolt away from my thoughts as there’s a knock at the door, Finn yells through the hallway, “I got it.” I know he’ll look through the peephole before opening the door. The whooshing of the door opening, you can hear the disappointment in his voice, “Damn, you’re not pizza.”
His light footsteps start to stomp, I come down the hallway, seeing him back on his chair. The cold air breezes through the house. My nipples start to harden peeking through my bralette.
“First of all, watch your mouth. And, close the damn door,” I go to turn towards the door and in the dark corner is the same man that has been cornering my mind.
Like a dark shadow watching every move.
My breath catches, “You are definitely not pizza.” I step closer to him. He looks at the ground. “Honey, you okay?” The sweet sentiment flew out of my mouth.
I grab his hand pulling him closer to me, more into the light.
His luminates from the living room light, and his beautiful face battered, beaten up. The beginning stages of bruising, a few spots of dried dark blood.
“Who did this to you?” My voice is soft, yet demanding. I can imagine that club life can be brutal, and possibly scarring, but something stirs in me, something primal, protective.
His slight smirk, his hand caressing my cheek, kissing the top of my forehead, “It’s cute that you’re protective.”
He waits for acknowledgement, almost like permission. “Come in, apparently someone did a crap job cleaning your face.” I turn towards the living room, Finn snorts a laugh.
“Run into a wall?” Finn jokes.
Keola sits on the couch, shrugging off his cut. “Nah little man, more like it tried to jump me.” I applaud the effort, but Keola’s not the wittiest when it comes to comebacks, but the effort to hide the true story is commendable. I got our first aid kit and some hand towels, as well as a package of frozen vegetables.
“As much as I like seeing you get comfortable on my couch, bathroom now,” I state, not needing any surprise blood to make an appearance.
