Page 30 of Tame Me

“Here’s to a thousand more,” I say sweetly. When he kisses me again, he pulls back with a sigh. “I’m exhausted, and you are sadistic.”

“Sadistic bitch, thank you very much,” I say, but giggle when he narrows his eyes at me.

“I’m sorry I said that. I shouldn’t…”

“Thane, you weren’t talking to me when you said it,” I tell him. “Believe me, I understand.”

“Let’s all go take a nap,” Reid says.

“Please,” Thane says, letting Reid help him stand.

“Sit, and I’ll help you get dressed,” Reid tells him.

“You’ll pay for that, asshole,” Thane says, glaring up at Reid once he sits.

“Oh?” Reid asks. “Who said I’m done with you?”

“Have you two messed around before?” I ask.

“No, but he’s threatened to rage fuck me,” Reid laughs.

“He was with her, so we never went there,” Thane says. “Okay. Nap time.”

“Let’s go,” I laugh.

We go to Thane’s room, and I sleep with my face buried in his chest and Reid snuggled closely behind me.

I have been awake for a while, but Thane and Reid are still asleep. I’ve been working on my letter, but I don’t know how to explain it without sounding insane.

I glance up from where I am sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed and see Reid is awake and watching me. “Hey,” I say quietly.

“Did you sleep?” he asks, sitting up. I lean forward to kiss him before setting my notebook and pen on the side table.

“I did for a little bit. You two slept like a fucking rock,” I say.

“Yeah. I was tired,” he says, smiling at me.

“What?” I ask.

“It’s just nice to see you so relaxed, is all,” he says. “You being in the facility was both harmful and helpful.”

“How so?” I ask.

“You needed the real world to learn how to cope, but in the moments you can’t cope, an inpatient facility is best,” he says.

“I’m afraid of losing progress,” I admit.

“You will. You will struggle, and you might even self-harm again one day, but it’s not the end of the world. You can have a setback and still progress.”

“I just want to exist and not have to worry if I’ll get too sad again one day,” I explain.

“You’ll get there,” he says, patting my thigh. We look over at Thane when he rolls to his belly with one leg pulled up.

“You should fuck him,” I say. “Like fuck him awake.”

“He will absolutely turn it on me,” Reid laughs. “He’s been itching to actually rage fuck me.”

“You don’t seem opposed.” I shrug.