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By the tone of Dad’s voice, I’m guessing this isn’t the first time he’s said my name.
... We're gonna chalk this up to a new ick
Platonic intimacy is wildly underrated. Anyone who says otherwise can’t separate women from sex dolls and men from threats to their masculinity. Which is ridiculous. Affectionate physical touch, without expecting anything in return, does everyone a world of good.
This is the most physical contact I’ve had in months, and every time his fingertips brush my chest through my t-shirt, it makes me shiver. It’s not quite as good as a hug from a loving parent or something, but maybe picking fights with strangers is as close as I can get.
The cute, punky-looking girl I saw him with earlier—girlfriend? wife?—stomps across the room, drawing our attention. I’m scared, and I’m not the one in trouble.
Bawhaha 😂😂😂
“Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to fly?”
Every inch of me is screaming that whatever I do in my life, I cannot let him go. Like as soon as I do, all the broken pieces of him will fly apart.
And if I’m spoiling him with attention, so what? He fucking deserves it. He deserves everything I have to offer, so I’m not going to hold back because of whatever arbitrary decisions society has made about men needing to be independent. Fuck that and fuck you for suggesting it.”
It’s the circle of life, apparently. So hakuna matata and go the fuck to sleep.”
😂😂
Sometimes it feels like I was created specifically to undo every shitty thing that’s ever been done to Silas. Every smile gives me a bigger sense of accomplishment than anything else in my life, and it’s literally my job to save people’s lives.
If I could hollow out the space inside my ribs and place him there for safekeeping, I would.
“You want me to fuck you? To be inside you and fucking own you? Because I thought you were mine before, Cade, but this-” My voice is a dry rasp. I push my fingers back into him, making him gasp. “This is something else. This isn’t something I can forget about.” “Do it.” He sounds so sure. “Fuck me. Own me. You already do, I just didn’t realize it.”
Silas doesn’t kiss like someone who hasn’t had a lot of sex. Silas kisses like someone who fucks.
He’s mine. My job is to take care of him and keep him safe, like no one has before.
Hold me. Promise you’ll never leave me. Be my family and let me be yours. I can only breathe because you’re still here.
