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"How about we make today our day? At least until Mr Kiss My Girl gets back?" Crow asks with a low chuckle. It doesn't shock me one bit to hear him be so casual in his jealousy. I know he's a possessive person and yet when it comes to me, it seems that no matter what I do or say, his care for me is never swayed. Something I hate myself for. I wish I could give him all of me.
It feels like in the moments I'm with him, he's all I want; and yet the same applies when I'm around Victor. If this is the part that a mum is supposed to help you with, I seriously need to find a replacement mother to give me answers to this teenage girls' problems.
"Yeah, that sounds nice,” I answer him with a small smile.
"We've got to stay in the flat, your dad’s being pretty strict about keeping you in here until he's deemed it safe everywhere else for you,butwe could have a pamper day? I got some of your face and make up stuff from your dad’s when I was out. I know how much you love pamper days,” he says as he nudges me lightly with a teasing grin.
"Only if you'll let me put a face mask on you too."
"Fine, sure,” he says as he rolls his eyes in defeat, which is quickly followed by my smile of triumph.
I rummage through the bag he hands me and find two matching face masks before opening it and applying it to Crow’s face.
"Don't pretend you don't love this as much as I do,” I tell him gleefully.
He rolls his eyes once more before shifting so that he's closer to me.
"I definitely do not love it, but I can deal with it if it brings that smile out of you."
I don't think I've ever realised just how lucky I am to have that. This. Him. Since the first day I met him, he's always been so willing to do any and every thing it takes to make me smile which is when I note that I'm not sure I do the same for him. Or at least never actively. I need to set a day aside just for him. A day when I do whatever he wants, to keep him happy and make him smile. The thought brings another smile out of me. The idea of him being happy makes me happy.
"Have you heard anymore from mystery man about the mark or Gray yet?" I ask, having put the problems to the back of my mind until now.
"Mystery man isn't that mysterious, I promise." He chuckles.
"Are you going to tell me who it is?"
"No, you know I can’t," he says regretfully.
As much as I wish he would tell me the things I long to know, I know him well enough to know that whatever he's keeping from me, he's keeping from me for good reason. I hope. I wonder if Victor knows. They seem to have spoken more about things than I had originally assumed.
“Well, until you do, he's mystery man,” I insist.
"I'll make sure to tell him that. But no, he's made it clear how much danger you're in which is why I'm easily siding with your dad but apart from that, he hasn't got much yet. For you or Gray."
"I don't feel scared. I did when we were attacked, but I don't know. I feel like maybe I should be but I'm not,” I tell him honestly.
"That's probably a mix between the adrenaline constantly coursing through you and you having two hefty bodyguards,” he jokes as he pulls at his hair that I accidentally tangled in the gooey face mask.
"Maybe."
"You know I won't let anything happen to you. I don't need to tell you that. You know I'd burn the fucking world down before letting anyone touch you, so you don't have any good reason to be scared. I don't want you to be,” he tells me.
I smile slyly at him, appreciating his words but not being able to take him too seriously when his face is covered in green goo.
"It's this mask, isn't it? Fucking women." He shakes his head in distaste with a small smile playing at his lips.
"What do you think your dad would say if you told him we were together?"
I freeze at the question. Unexpected and completely off topic. Partly because it’s not something I really considered but also because it shows how serious he is about wanting us to be. He's usually the joker and I know he wouldn't ask if it wasn't something he wanted.
"If it ends up being that way,” he quickly adds on.
"I don't think it would be a shock." I laugh. "I mean, he knows we share the same bed, we're with each other practically every minute of the day when you're not busy, and we've always been pretty handsy," I say, for lack of a better word. "So I don't think he'd mind or be surprised."
Crow nods his head in what I assume is agreement but says nothing else as I finish plastering his face.
My phone beeps as I begin opening the second face mask.
