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It’s not like I can tell the guy I barely know that the idea of a bullet in my flesh doesn’t really shock me anymore.
“Try again.” The pressure on my chin increases, fixing me in place.
Our eyes meet like they had met earlier, but this time, I see those lumps of pure coal pulsate. Or maybe that’s my heartbeat, ferociously throbbing from chest to ear; once in a while, it gets lodged in my throat, where the words should be.
“Answering me is never a request, Snow.” The tilt is sharp, the movement acute, the angle practically non-existent as his lips narrow in on mine. They barely touch, barely brush against the thinnest of hairs along my Cupid’s bow.
It tickles, tingles— trembles.
Touch.
Histouch—astranger’stouch— like a gentle force that finds my gravity.
Styx keeps my head from spinning, and my thoughts from running rampant and trampling the last pieces of positivity life has left me with.
“Did you hear me?” At this proximity, his words send a shiver right into my insides, strengthening as my throat tightens.
A nod as all I manage, and a shaky breath to match.
“Use your voice.” More words, more blissful little organ quakes drumming down my lungs.
“I a-answered b-before,” I remind him.
“You’re right… this time.”
His lips curl into a deliciously vicious smile as he drags his rough thumb over my bottom lip, tugging on the delicate, dry skin while deciding the fate of my snarky mouth.
Unintentionally snarky, yes, but God do I wish I was clever. Or that I knew what to say to provoke him into ravishing me again, but…
Awkward doesn’t tempt the Devil.
And unfortunately, this being sexy thing is so much easier in fiction. There, I can play the roll and be the bombshell, the temptress, the tiger. I can be anything without a limit, do anything without a consequence…
Not here. Reality is just a summation of past experiences and present situation. It leaves little room for the unknown while creating boundaries. Limits cripple, dilute a person’s confidence and tricks the mind into believing isolation is more manageable than socializing. That doubt is much safer than trust.
At least, my reality does.
Maybe that’s why it’s been so long since two people have created an orgasm between my thighs, or why I don’t remember what it’s like to be wanted. Hell, “unwanted” coins my whole existence.
I just know Iwanthim… for however long I have left. So, it would be good if I did something.
Anything, other than sit here in complete silence.
“I am right…manytimes, actually.”
Uh… That didn’t come out like it was supposed to.
His eyebrows arch at my comment. That’s it.
“You said ‘this time’ before. I just want to warn you that, in case, you know, I—”
Survive!
Make it out of this mess alive.
Don’t bleed out all over the silicone dildos.
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself.Z-Y-X… “I mean, for f-future reference, I tend not to argue unless I know I’m right.”
