I never thought I’d be jealous of my own dick.
I reach for sleep, prepared to let her fragrance swallow me whole, but before it finds me, I realize there is a treasure here in my bed.
Stuffed beneath my pillow is a wad of pink lace, steeped in Iris’s sweet scent, and stained with the traces of her arousal.
My heart almost stops as I bring the fabric to my nose.
“Fuck, princess…”
I reach for my phone, snap a quick picture of the evidence, and send it to her.
Are these for me, baby?
Her response is immediate.
Princess
Good dogs get treats.
My dick stiffens, and I laugh as I type.
Fuck you.
Princess
Later.
Thank fate, a reason to live.
Chapter16
We're Codependent?
IRIS
I try notto make a habit out of embarrassing myself. But it seems the longer I spend with Elliot Cross, the more frequent an occurrence it becomes. So much so, I can’t even be bothered to care when the whispers start up around me.
I’ve been standing outside Trinity Hall for a little over fifteen minutes, willing my boyfriend to materialize.
He has potions at this hour, and is bound to appear at some point, so here I am—waiting.
Well, actually, waiting may not be the best word.
After three read texts, two ignored calls, and one trip to Crescent House, I am hunting him. And he will be lucky to survive when I finally find him.
I haven’t heard from him all day. The only proof of life I have is a few dirty texts sent well after midnight, which wouldn’t be odd if things were still as they had been before. But these days, I’m lucky if I can go thirty minutes without hearing “princess,” churned out of his mouth in a low growl. It’s become so common, I think I’m disappointed I haven’t heard it all afternoon.
Now,that’sodd.
In my hand, my phone rings, flashing “Unknown” at the top of the screen, but I ignore it as I spot my prey.
Head down, hood up, locs shrouding his face.
He’s practically unrecognizable as he slumps across the courtyard without the usual toothy grin and jaunty step. He looks tired. Almost hollow.
Again, I contemplate turning back.
I’m no good with hollow. If I were, I would have figured out a way to fill myself up by now.
