“Right.” She nods. “Should you still go to that? Your face is a little…”
“He has seen me worse. And you should go change, unless you want to go like that.” I eye her light pink lacy shorts and tank top. “I know I wouldn’t complain if you did.” I smirk.
“I can’t go. I have plans.” She doesn’t look at me as she talks.
“Bullshit.” I march over to her, without letting an ounce of pain show across my face. My body is throbbing, and I can barely see straight as my feet slam across the wooden floor. “I did not take the fucking beating I took for you to lie to me, Prue. I did not threaten to kill that fucker for you to go running back to him because you’re worried, I’m in over my head.” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “So, I’m keeping you by my side, until I’m convince you won’t go back to him the second you are out of my sight, understood?”
“Or what?” She glares at me. “You’ll put a knife to my throat?”
“Never.” I grin. “I’ll put my cock down it.”
“Joke’s on you then, because I like that.”
“Oh. I know you do.” I smile, releasing my grip on her chin. “Now go get changed. I’m not letting you freeze to death.”
She sighs, marching off to her bedroom. I follow her after a moment. Each breath feels like I’m being stabbed but I know if she sees an ounce of pain on my face she will be overwhelmed with guilt, and her flight or fight response will activate.
I take to sitting on her bed, watching as she digs through her drawers. A turtleneck is laying on the edge of the bed. She tosses a pair of black jeans beside them.
“You don’t need the turtlenecks anymore,” I say, picking it up. “Though they’ve kind of grown on me.”
Her eyes roll, as she pulls off her tank top. Her tits are mouth wateringly perky. And her nipples stick out just taunting me, begging me even, to pinch and pull them.
“My eyes are up here,” she snaps, quickly sliding on a bra. “You act like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before.”
“None as nice as yours.”
“Now who’s the liar.” She laughs. “You’ve been with porn stars and models, with perfectly made tits.”
“Ah. Don’t be jealous,” I tease.
“Should I get tested?” she asks, sliding on a pair of cute pink cotton panties. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“I’m fairly confident you are safe.”
“Fairly confident isn’t a no.” She grabs the yellow turtleneck from my hands. “If you gave me an STD, I will murder you.”
“God, that would be a sight to see.” I smile as she tugs on her jeans. “I’d love to have you put me out of my misery. Would you fuck me first? Try to cut off my cock with that tight little pussy of yours?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I’d smother you with it.”
“Even better.”
“You are so annoying,” she huffs, sitting on the bed. “Can’t even have a normal conversation. Always having to be cocky and arrogant. Does it ever get tiring?”
“Does rolling your eyes?”
“Yes, but I only seem to do it when I’m around you.”
“Good to know.” I laugh. “I like knowing I have a one-of-a-kind effect on you.”
She laces up some black converse before standing up. She grabs her purse from last night, dumping the content into another purse before turning to look at me.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I smile, sliding off the bed.
It’s pure agony to move right now, but I refuse to let her ass of an ex fully kill my band. Just like I refuse to let her go back to him. I’d die before letting her return to that situation, before I’d let her be in danger.
