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“I don’t want your money.” I open my mouth to protest but then he says, “I’ll agree to tutor you if you let me fuck you.”
omg lmao
Fuck, he’s unnerving. Why does he keep staring at me? I don’t think he’s checking me out, either. I think he’s probably measuring my skin for lampshades.
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
“You’re being too nice. I hate it.” “Nah, Theo. You love it. Being taken care of.”
He just stares at me in disbelief. Yeah, man, I don’t know, it made more sense in my head.
Hes so funny lolol
He glances over at me and winks, and my boxers catch fire. They blaze and turn to ash. Shit.
Theo reaches out and links his pinkie with mine. Fuck, he’s sweet in his own way. He reminds me of a cold wild animal that snaps at you when you try to pet it, but really, it just wants you to curl up with it and keep it warm.
“I never cry. I’m a man.” Lies, I cry all the fucking time—just blubber on and on—usually in a locked bathroom with my fist in my mouth, but still. I’m a crybaby, with muscles.
Oh my god, I knew it. Nipples. I like my nipples played with. I want to try nipple clamps now. All the clamps. Just clamp them on, Theo.
“I know what you’re doing,” Theo mutters, totally onto me, as I link my hand with his. “It’s the gravitational pull. That guy says so. My hand can’t help itself. It’s drawn to you.”
Yeah, Theo. I’ll take the hint. I’ll try and leave you alone.
Ouch :(
“I don’t fit,” I whisper, and Logan reaches out, his hand clasping onto my neck. “You fit with me just fine. You just don’t want to.”
“I’m sorry,” I manage to say, my voice broken and rough. “Nah, don’t be. I cry all the time,” he says. “It’s healthy.”
God. Logan more men need to be like you
“Don’t you say it. This is me being a friend, Theo. Your friend. It’s a thing people do.” Fuck. I don’t want to be his friend. I want to be his everything.
I’d initially thought he was an attention whore, but now I realize that he’s just a genuinely nice person that people want to be around.
I don’t blame people for flocking to him. I want to flock to him. I have currently flocked. Oh my god, I’m a stage-five clinger.
“Why not?” I ask, and he glances over at me. “Because I don’t want your parents to think poorly of me.” “Not going to happen. My dad already named a chicken after you.”
“I think you’re just really fucking high,” I mutter into his shirt. “Nah, I feel this way all the time around you, Theo. You make me feel high, too.”
“I won’t hurt you, Theo.” “You don’t know that. I always end up hurt.”
“I think at the end of this, if anyone ends up broken, it will be me,” Logan mutters against my mouth and then just buries his face in my neck.
Facts
“You know, I want to buy a house with more land and have a real farm. Cows, sheep, and rows and rows of corn. We could really live off the land, like Little House on the Prairie. Although, those books were kind of sad. Not sure I could kill a cow for meat. I’d get too attached.”
Omg he is me. I am him lmao
“I don’t care about what happened then or how this all started. I only care that we’re here right now and I like where we are.”
Who knew he’d be the one to help me heal? Who knew he’d be the perfect person for me? Not me. It was never me, until him.
