Smokeshow (Smoke #1)

by Abbi Glines

Home wasn’t a place. Home was a person. If you were lucky, it was more than one person.

“I’m sure you know what he wants. You’ve not lived in his world of fairy tales. You don’t entertain thoughts of love.”

“I won’t be leaving without you. Not sure I can do that again,” he replied. “I don’t want to be here, but I can’t fucking stop it. And, baby, now that I’ve had you on my mouth, it’s about to get much worse. That sweet pussy just became mine.”

“This is a real fucking thin line you’re walking. You’re gonna leave with me. You’re gonna stop fighting me. There were other paths for you. Better fucking choices. But if another man ever touches you now, I’ll have to kill him.”

I told you last night, while I was licking your pussy, that you were mine. Nothing is creepy about that. You gave it to me, and I’m keeping it. And I’m done trying to make you hate me to save you. You made me weak. You made me jealous, and that’s a weakness. I can’t have weaknesses. Not in my world. So, I stopped fighting it and got a taste.”

“I’ve tasted hundreds, but you’re a fucking drug I didn’t know existed.”

“So young and sweet. I tried to protect you from me. I fucking tried so hard.”

“This is mine. All of it. I’ll die before I let you leave me,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

“You want me to love you?” I asked him. “If you love me, then you won’t leave me,” he said.

“Baby, I’ve been in love with you for fucking years. I fell in love with you before you ever laid eyes on me. Truth is, I was in love with you when you were jailbait.”