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“Where are you going?” I asked, standing up. “Cobra?”
He ignored me, walking out the door and pulling it shut behind him.
As I stepped out of the shower, I wondered if I’d gone too far.
Cobra had emotional turmoil of his own to deal with; I had no right to dump off mine.
Grabbing a plush yellow towel, I wrap it around my body and used another to dry my hair.
When I was done, I carried it with me into the bedroom, pausing the second I stepped through the bathroom door.
I blinked. The lights had been dimmed and a cracker and cheese tray was on the bed.
“What is this?” I asked, looking to where Cobra was standing.
“This is for us.”
“I see that but what brought all this on?”
“Blue. From day one, we’ve been surrounded by pure fuckin chaos and it ain’t over yet, babe. We’re about to go to war. So, tonight, I just wanna talk and I wanna fuck.”
I laughed and my heart completely melted all over again. I had to blink multiple times to hold back tears.
“Sit down.” He gestured to his bed.
Having a bit of déjà vu, I walked over and climbed up onto the massive king sized mattress, and settled against the headboard.
Shutting my eyes, I let out a deep contented sigh.
“You look good in my bed,” Cobra said, sitting down on the other side of me.
“Good. I don’t plan on ever leaving it.” I looked over at him and smiled.
He reached out and traced his knuckles down my cheek. “Don’t ever call yourself a whore again.”
I opened my mouth to object, but he cut me off.
“You did what you fuckin had to survive.
“ I wouldn’t care if you fucked the whole Badlands if it meant your pretty ass would wind up here in my bed.
“You wanna know what a real whore is? It’s me. I would fuck any willing pussy or ass as long as he or she looked good in the face.”
“He?” I furrowed my brows.
He laughed under his breath, rubbing his thumb across my lower lip.
“Yeah, I love pussy but sometimes I like to bat for the other team. Hell, I fuck men to torture them.”
“Okay, maybe you do have me beat,” I joked. “And that last part sounds like a whole other level of conversation we need to have, but first tell me what made you…stop.”
He moved the cracker tray to a nightstand and picked up a mason jar of hooch, taking a healthy swig before passing it to me.
“Well this sounds real fuckin cliché, but honestly, you. I didn’t even understand it at first. I had this longing for something I didn’t even understand. Then I saw my brothers and how happy they are. Then this shit with Beth happened, and I knew I had to change.”
I took my second sip of hooch and passed it back to him.
“How do you feel about the baby?” I asked timidly. It wasn’t my intention to pry but I couldn’t let him bottle something like this up.
