The Book of G

by Lily Archer

She reaches out and touches my arm. “Hey, we’re going to get the phylactery, all right? I know how important this is to you, and I’m not going to try to talk you out of it. Besides, I won’t let you die. You have your uses.” “I’m handy with a bow,” I agree. “You do plenty of other things. Mainly with your tongue.” “Just you wait, Charlie. When we have time, and I’ve got you in a proper bed—let’s just say I’ve been making a list.” She laughs. “You can’t be serious.” “I mean, it’s not a written list. But I have been imagining quite a lot.” Just the memory of her skin against mine sends heat sizzling through my veins. “How have you had time to do all that?” “I started the list the moment I saw those perfect tits.” “Just because I had breasts—” “No. It wasn’t just the perfect tits. I liked you, even before you were you. I can’t explain it, but I feel like I’ve never truly cared for anyone the way I do for you. Like that part of me was covered in dust and forgotten. I don’t know who I used to be, but I’m pretty sure I was a lonely, miserable asshole.” “And now you’re just an asshole?” She smirks. “Worse. I’m an asshole in love.” She shakes her head. “And I’m in love with an asshole.” “A perfect pair, Princess.” “Ugh, don’t call me that.” “But you’re a princess. Oh, your royal majestyness.” “Not a thing.” She sighs. “Wait.” I reach out and grab her wrist. “Holy shit. Does this mean I can be a prince?” “Have I mentioned you’re the worst?” She yanks her arm back.