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Iris struts, and he spins, continuously reaching into a black fanny pack around his waist to pull out more petals.
Saint groans. “He’s ridiculous.” “You’re the one who fell in love with him.” “Just goes to prove you can’t help who you fall in love with. Maybe one day, you’ll learn that.”
“I can’t wait to see it.” “The asteroid?” “You. Falling ass over tit in love.”
“Who are you, and where is the real Zeus?” Iris steps in. “The real Zeus is being drowned by drunk Zeus.”
Honestly, some days, I don’t even know why I fight to be here. What’s the point? Seriously, where are the aliens when you need them?
I should probably see a shrink about that, but meh. Why pay for therapy when C4, guns, and a good old game of cat and mouse can be as cathartic?
I’m beginning to think Trav’s rules are all bullshit. Or that they only apply to me because … okay, yeah, fair enough.
Huh. Apparently, I’ve found a type I won’t go for, and that’s guys who look like teenagers. Good to know I have boundaries. Go me.
The only thing I’ve ever craved from a partner. To be choked in bed but loved outside of it. Is that so much to ask?
“I’ve got you,” Zeus says, trying to reassure me some more. “You don’t have to worry about me breaking you.” “I already know you won’t do that.” He frowns. “You do?” “You can’t break a man who’s already broken.”
“She gave up. And that’s exactly why I was the right person to find you. Because even if you’re willing to give up, I’m not. In moments where you can’t fight for yourself, I’ll fight for you. I wasn’t able to save her, but maybe I can save you.” “That’s a lot of pressure to put on me. What if you can’t make it better?” “I hope to fuck I can because I can’t lose someone else like that. Someone I should have been able to protect.”
“No. I didn’t mean that at all. I mean that sometimes, no matter what we do, no matter what we show or prove to others, sometimes we know that they will never see us as anything else. Like when my parents hated that I wanted to do ballet and wanted me to play football instead. I did as they asked, tried to be the jock they wanted me to be, but all I wanted to do was dance. No matter how hard I tried to be the person they wanted and hid that side away, they never looked at me the way I thought they would.”
I fight the urge to hold his hand, to show him that I’m here for him, but if we walked out there hand in hand, I would never hear the end of it. Ever. Like, the guys would write it on my tombstone. “Here lies Zeus. He liked to pretend he was a fuckboy, but let it be said, he once held a boy’s hand.”
I’ve gotten my hopes up one too many times for my heart to believe in anything.
“Maybe it’s not your job to make it right. Maybe your job is to make sure that you take care of you. Don’t rely on others. Live your own life.”
“Fine, I swear on the Kama Sutra, if one hair on his pretty little head gets hurt, I’ll go on a rampage that will take down all of the crooks in Las Vegas.”
“Nope. We don’t talk what-ifs until something actually happens.”
“What do you call someone who’s gender fluid and lactose intolerant?” I glance over at Saint. “Do I really want to know?” “They’re non-buy-dairy.”
“Ooh, ooh. This one isn’t a dad joke. What do you call a slutty T. rex? A dino-whore.” “That’s still a dad joke. Just not suitable for kids,” Saint says.
