By a Thread

by Lucy Score

“You’re an adult. It’s called abduction. And you tried to turn my foot into a kebab with your footwear weaponry,”

I would not inappropriately touch my boss tonight. I would not inappropriately touch my boss tonight.

“Pinky promise me,” he said, jabbing his pinky in the vicinity of my eye.

“Who’s the most handsome boy?” Ally crooned, ruffling his ears. “I am,” I insisted. “But Brownie’s okay too.”

“I wasn’t looking for you. But I still found you.”

“I’m saying I found you. And I’m not fighting it anymore. You’re mine.”

My life would never be the same. I was never letting her go. No matter what.

“Give me a couple of minutes.” And the rest of your life.

“Dominic, my only son is head over heels in love with a woman who challenges him and makes him smile. I’m happy for you.”

End of fucking story. I was her Prince Fucking Charming.

We ended up in a tangle on the floor. The tile cooling heated skin. Muscles still shaking. Dominic stroked a hand over my hip. “I think I pulled a hamstring,” he whispered. “I think you impregnated my lungs.” “This is my best birthday ever,” he said, his chest still heaving. “Birthday blow job for the win,”

He was leaking precum like it was a competitive sport. And I. Was. Here. For. It.

“Look, the point of a relationship isn’t hiding your stupid wounds and flaws. It’s about showing them to someone and letting them still love you. You were able to hurt her because she let you in.”

“You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams. She showed you her nightmare, and you walked,”

“You Russos keep changing my life at bus stops.”

“This hormone thing,” he said, gently wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs. “How long does it last?” “I guess we’ll find out,” I sobbed.