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When you’ve been given the world, everyone expects you to dominate it.
He might’ve been wearing a mask the night we met, but I’d recognize those hands anywhere. Hades.
This is supposed to be Chase’s younger sister, Seraphina, but I remember her as the smoking hot chick I fucked in a nightclub bathroom on Halloween.
By the time Seraphina’s vehicle is almost empty, her room is so full of bags and boxes there’s barely space to walk around the white daybed I helped Chase assemble this morning. There’s also more pink than I’ve ever seen in my entire life. A pink desk chair, pink computer, pink hangers, even pink shoes. Guess this explains the pink hair… and the pink panties she was wearing on Halloween.
Pausing in the doorway, I grant myself the briefest moment to observe her, still taken aback by how fucking pretty she is. I’ve never used that word to describe a girl before. Hot, sure. Cute, sometimes. But she’s more than either of those. She’s pretty in the way that catches your attention and refuses to let it go.
English? Not unless romance novels are a major part of the curriculum.
I’m not sure everyone gets to have that kind of love, though. Sometimes I think I’m too much to be someone’s One. Too loud, too disorganized, too extra, too messy.
Hades: Question 14: What book are you currently reading? Tinker Bell: I plead the fifth. Hades: attachment: voice message “Nice try, but that’s not a real answer. Cough up the title, Tinker Bell.”
I decide to leave him hanging for a while before I reply, though. You know, to keep him on his toes. I’m also stalling because I’m in the middle of an especially smutty book at the moment, and I have to summon the courage to admit it to him. Why this particular question fazes me, I’m not sure. It makes no sense in light of everything else.
Even if I did, I have no idea what they are anymore.
I’m a certified spicy romance connoisseur.
“Take it,” the narrator growls. “That’s right, just like that.” “Hmm,” Tyler murmurs, stroking his jaw. I steal a glance at him as I shift into reverse. “Hmm?’ He waves me off. “Just taking notes, don’t mind me.” “Good girl.”
“Have you ever heard of the internet meme that says, ‘In every partnership, there’s a person who stacks the dishwasher like a Scandinavian architect and a person who stacks the dishwasher like a raccoon on meth’?” She narrows her eyes. “No…” “I mean this in the nicest possible way, Ser, but you’re the meth raccoon in this scenario.”
“Question seventeen,” Seraphina murmurs. “Do you ever think about that night?” “All the fucking time.” I’m not a big believer in sugarcoating the truth. Plus, I think it’s pretty obvious. “Me too.” Her throat bobs, her warm brown eyes searching mine. “Do you regret it? I mean, it’s made things kind of complicated now.” Complicated is an understatement. Ever since she moved in, it’s been like navigating a minefield. The more time we spend together, the closer I come to doing something I shouldn’t. “No, Tink. I could never regret you.”
“You’re so fucking pretty.” At that, my heart stutters. “Even first thing in the morning?” “Especially first thing in the morning.”
An appreciative sound rumbles in his chest. “Are you going to come for me like a good girl?” “Uh-huh,” I cry into his mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you nice and hard, and you’re going to be quiet for me like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“That’s it,” I husk, watching her glistening pussy slide up and down my cock. “Look how pretty you are taking all of me. Every single inch.”
Hades: FaceTime me, then. Tinker Bell: Only if you’re a good boy. Hades: If it means I get to watch you make yourself come, I’ll be a fucking saint.
“When I get you alone this weekend, I’m going to eat your pussy until your legs start to shake and you’re begging me for release, and then I’m going to make you come so hard you make a dripping mess.”
“And once I’m finished, I’m going to kiss you so you can taste how sweet you are.” She sucks in a sharp breath, her cheeks flushed. “Then what?” “I’m going to fuck that perfect little pussy like it’s mine.”
Tinker Bell: Wish I could wear your jersey for good luck, but it might raise some eyebrows. Hades: You can always wear it alone for me. Tinker Bell: With nothing underneath, right? Just want to make sure I understand the assignment. Hades: Fuck. Yes, please. Tinker Bell: Wouldn’t want to get it wrong and make you have to spank me. Hades: Standing in the middle of the locker room here. You’re killing me. Tinker Bell: *angel emoji*
Hades: I can’t stop picturing you fucking yourself with that toy. Tinker Bell: I can’t wait until you’re the one fucking me instead.
“What do you know?” He gently withdraws his fingers and dips his head, kissing my cheek. “You came before dessert did.”
He draws me into him and dips his head, nudging my nose with his. “Wear whatever you want, Tink. I know how to fight.”
She’s even more beautiful beneath the surface. Quick-witted and smart. Silly and bold. Caring and patient, even when I don’t deserve it. As I stare at the picture in my hand, everything clicks. It’s like putting on glasses and seeing things clearly for the first time. I’m not just falling for her; I’m already there. Have been for a while. I love her.
“Question fifty-three.” He pulls me to him with my back to his chest, pressing his lips to the base of my neck. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” “As much as I love you?” “More. I would do anything for you, Tink. Name it, and it’s yours.”
I scan the array of tattoos inked into his upper body, zeroing in on the Tinker Bell artfully blended into the rest of his sleeve. She’s been drawn to look like me. He got it when we were apart during my fourth year of college, and he picked the left side so it would be closer to his heart. It’s even harder to stay cranky when I remember that.
My gaze travels lower, to the list of dates etched along his lower ribs on the same side. My birthday. The date we met. The date we moved in together permanently after I graduated. And a blank space below for all the milestones to come.
“Question 1162,” he says. “Will you marry me?” “Hades,” I whisper, choking back a sob. “Of course I will.”
