“Do you want us to be?” I ask testing if I should say what I’m about to.
“Doesn’t matter what I want-,” she says and stops when I corner her against the kitchen counter.
“Answer the question, Love,” I demand, Love shakes, isshe afraid of me? Maybe she does remember last night.
“No, I don’t want us to be over but-”
“No but. I don’t want that either. I think we can meet halfway. I’ll partly accept your request,” I say and feel my stomach knot, I don’t bend… usually.
“I’m listening,” she says, her tense shoulder smoothing. I put my hand next to hers on the counter, and look down at her, she’s trying to seem unaffected by me. I’d try that too, if I could, unfortunately I have no fucking willpower with this woman.
“Your friends are untouchable as long as they don’t hurt you physically or mentally. Even if they do, I can only resort to mild violence, death and torture are not an option unless you authorise it,” I say and her lips part before she purses them.
“What about the rest?”
“Strangers and outsiders don’t enter the deal, I’ll do as I please with them. I can’t resort to killing but that’s the only clause I’ll hold in the deal. You’ll have to choose if you can live with that and who do you care about more, us or them,” I end informing my response to her demand. Wishing mine won’t send her sneaking out again.
“Deal,” she replies and tiptoes so she can put her arms around my neck. “What happened last night?” she asks and I hover over her, cupping her face with my hand.
“Don’t worry about last night-”
“Did I make a fool of myself?” she asks and I kiss her cheek, her sweet scent, coconut sweet invades my nose and again I’m hooked, if I wasn’t already. Which I mostlikely was.
“Just a little. I put you in bed before further damage,” I say and she releases a relieved “ahhh”.
“So that was how I got to- b-bed, Dom stop,” she says laughing when I kiss her neck, her pulse racing.
“Good to see you two are well, either get a room or stop,” Josh warns and I give her one last kiss before releasing her. She walks to the couch, I’m about to join her when Josh stops me. “You hurt her again and you won’t survive, I don’t care about Mitf mafia, if I ever see her cry again, you’re going to slowly and painfully die, kid,” he says but I’m five years older than him. Funny, he thinks he can threaten me and just leave. I look at Love and curse under my breath. He can, and he’s probably the only person besides my Cherry.
“How are you feeling, Vie?” I ask her sitting next to her she turns towards me and entangles our legs, after laying her head on my chest and looking up.
“Like I’ll never drink again,” she says and I chuckle, when she puts her hand over her mouth to yawn.
“Wise choice. Sleep, I’ll stay right here,” I say kissing her forehead, she smiles, barely, but it’s there, the slight curve on her lips just before she closes her eyes and puts her arm around my waist. I wish I had her self-control. I lose my mind with her, if I could I’d stay glued to her 24/7, and that’s saying something, I hate people, I was always a loner, now that Love appeared she sneaked her way into my heart and claimed it hers. She forced her friends to have a place on it too, even if my heart tries to expel their foreign bodies. They’ll never fully go while she stays, and I’ll make sure she stays forever.
The darkness I lived in, is nothing I want back. Not if I can haveher. Love completely changed me, she turned me into this caring person, even if just for her, but I care about her more than myself or anything else. Fuck my legacy. Fuck my reservations about her friends. I’m staying with her. And we’re building our own legacy. Not yet. When she’s ready for it.
“Is she sleeping?” Maya asks getting out of her room, I just nod, seeing the curly-haired walk into Damian’s room next. She stays for about half an hour and then leaves. Her hair is messy then. There’s no need to be a genius to guess what’s going on between those two. But I couldn’t care less. And I won’t worry Love with Maya’s issues, if she wants to tell her, she’ll do it herself. I’ve never been a snitch anyway.
I look down at my phone and open Josh’s friends group chat. Called “Sinners hill,” seems appropriate. And so are most conversations. Most, not all, unfortunately. I guess it’s my time to say “Kids”.
Damian: What the fuck do you mean I’m grounded?
Josh: Exactly what it means. You failed to stop Dominik from hurting my sister, so now you’re grounded and earned a first strike.
Me: Shouldn’t I be the grounded one?
I ask and a message is sent right after. Several messages in fact.
Josh: Who said you aren’t? It’s your last strike Dominik.
Marcus: Careful he takes strikes seriously.
I almost laugh at the phone.
Me: I couldn’t care less. What’s he going to do anyway?
Marcus: Expel you. There’s a 6-month course you can take to reingress. If you pass.
