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“Thank you,” she whispers.
Something in the air shifts as I help her stand on her feet. Her movements are slow, her body clearly exhausted. Even her breathing looks like it takes too much effort. I ease the saturated clothes off of her and massage shampoo into her hair. Laney closes her eyes and lets me take care of her, but I am careful not to sexualize the situation. In fact, I don’t even remove my own wet clothes just to reassure her I’m here to take care of her and nothing more.
Helping her out of the shower, I gently wrap a towel around her body before sitting her in the chair by the vanity. I jog over to my room, which is just across from hers, and toss my wet clothes aside while throwing on a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt. Then, I make my way back to my girl.
She hasn’t moved an inch, her eyes staying focused on her face in the mirror as if she’s looking for something. I grab her brush from the counter and some detangler before carefully working out all the knots. Taking my time, I braid the damp hair down her back. There’s an emptiness in her eyes I haven’t seen since the day Arrow was lost to us. She had come back to life with E around, but now it’s like that’s all disappeared.
“Do you want to talk, baby girl?”
She shakes her head. I nod, figuring that would be her response. I go to her closet and grab a t-shirt for her to wear to bed.
It’s one that E got for her—the bright pink one that falls to her knees and has a giant glitter skeleton hand on the front in the shape of the ‘I love you’ sign. As I help her get dressed, she stands frozen, staring blankly off into the distance.
“I want it all to stop hurting so much. When does it all stop?” she asks as I tuck her into her bed.
Her eyes droop slowly as she struggles to keep herself awake, clearly drained from her overwhelming emotions.
“I can’t take away the pain, but I can promise to slay every demon that ever comes for you and present their severed hearts at your feet.”
She turns on her side, pulling me down onto the bed with her. I’m on top of the covers, but it’s the most she’s initiated being with me since everything happened.
“What if you’re one of those demons?” She yawns as her eyes close.
I stroke a hand down her arm, whispering lightly in her ear, “Then I’ll rip my own heart from my chest if that’s what it takes.”
She doesn’t speak for several minutes, and I begin to think she’s fallen asleep, but then she takes a deep breath and turns to face me.
“It’s too bad you don’t have one then.”
Her eyes close again, her breathing evening out. I don’t know if that was a joke or if she was being serious.
As I look down at my chest, I debate on making good on my promise when her hand reaches for mine, and I let her pull me in.
Although I know this moment is fleeting, and she will go back to hating me the second the sun rises, I seize it. I hold onto it with all that I can because there is no world where either of us exist without the other.
And our lost lover.
Chapter 6
Beautiful blue eyes look up at me as I take in the face of the one at my mercy. Stubble lines his jaw, and his muscles ripple under more tattoos than I can count. Every inch of him is perfection, and I want to be done with hiding that I feel this way.
His lips lift in a smile that would have philosophers falling to their knees, begging to stare at it and study the way it makes the world bend to its mercy. I get down on my knees in front of him, reaching an arm out.
Our girl describes him as chaos, and he is. He’s a chaotic masterpiece that should be worshiped and revered.
Blonde hair shimmers in my peripheral as the door creaks open. I turn to see the one woman who makes my world a better place. She’s standing there, in a pink mini-skirt with a white crop top and white wedges that make her long tan legs look edible. Her nails are a light shade of pink that matches her full lips, and I’m reminded all too well that she’s the one we serve. That we are the ones at her mercy.
Her ethereal beauty is jaw-dropping. Literally. She approaches us as we wait patiently on our knees.
“What are you boys up to?” she asks with a giggle.
The scene comes into view around me ever so slowly. Havoc and I are sitting on the living room floor with our shirts off and the tables pushed back. He challenged me to a wrestling match. We just finished the second round when we had to take a break.
“I was showing our pet who the better wrestler was.” Havoc rises to his feet to give our girl a kiss. She was studying late, but no signs of tiredness touch her face. “It was clearly me.”
I roll my eyes as I stand, shoving him out of my way to kiss my girl.
“How was your day, Kitten?”
