Until Him (Inevitable, #1)

by Cora Rose

I mean, I am the Logan Lewis.” I stick my thumb against my chest and tilt my head back a little, but Theo just rolls his eyes. He rolls his fucking eyes at me!

“What’s its name?” I ask, holding my hand out and making little kissing noises toward it. The cat just stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.

He sighs loudly. “Her name is Curie.” “Oh….” I say, trying to figure out if this is like a play on words or something. I come up with nothing. Maybe he likes Indian food or some shit. “Marie Curie was a female scientist.” When my face registers that I still don’t know what the hell he’s talking about, he rolls his eyes. “Never mind.”

Ok, maybe I was wrong about the cat. Maybe the cat is just as odd as Theo. Maybe they feed off of each other’s strangeness.

I think he’s probably measuring my skin for lampshades.

Maybe he’ll cook up my ass and eat it with a side of broccolini.

Asshole cat…acting all nonchalant about this whole situation.

It’s humongous, and it’s making eye contact with me.

give a clipped nod and pump my fist, watching as his tip emerges between my fingers. Jesus, it’s saying hello, isn’t it? Playing peekaboo.

Never had another dude’s come in my belly button before. It’s like a tiny swimming pool. I should set up a small diving board or some shit.

Curie never moved from her spot on the bed, but now her leg is straight up in the air, and she’s licking her butthole. She’s probably just reminding me that soon my butthole is going to be wrecked by her human’s monster dick. Thanks, asshole cat.

Who eats a whole fucking cucumber in one day? Finn, that’s who. But it’s probably a good thing he did; I was going to do awful things to it. The grocery man would see the guilt on my face and know when I went to buy veggies next time.

And honestly, what if my sphincter had sucked that thing right inside, and it disappeared entirely? I’d have to go to the ER, and Finn would never let me live it down. I’d end up on one of those reality TV shows where doctors laugh at you and call you an idiot.

“Such a fucking cock slut,” he mutters. “You don’t even gag.”

Curie walks over to me and brushes against my ankles, and I pull a toy mouse from my pocket. I chuck it onto the floor, but Curie just eyes it like it has an infectious disease.

“Go on,” I say. “Play with it. It’s yours.” She turns to me and gives me a look like I just insulted her mother and then struts away.

His eyes bore into mine. “Shut up.” “Nah.” “Shut. Your fucking mouth.” “Make me.”

“Come on. Hurry up. We don’t have all night.” I mean, we technically do. Nothing is stopping him from just hovering in the corner like a barn owl until morning, but I’d rather he lie down next to me.

I can do this today. I am strong. I can keep my walls up. I’ve crafted them so carefully; one man cannot possibly knock them down.

Fuck. I don’t want to be his friend. I want to be his everything.

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.”

That’s right, friends. We’re just friends right now. Friends, who may or may not have sex in the greenhouse later.

All I do know is: there is no steeling my heart. It’s already thawed, completely melted, and at his mercy.