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It’s not the fact that he’s cheating, not their betrayal, but that he doesn’t even have the decency to fuck her right. Not as if he ever fucked me right, either.
I’m probably just high on nutmeg. It’s a real thing. I looked it up last year when my local barista told me I was drinking too many PSLs.
Asmodeus, Jarilo, Hedylogos, Kama, and many more, but I don’t have an affinity for these words.
“So good,” he groans. “Your bliss is fire and I gladly burn to bear witness.”
“Sylvia.” Apollo says my name in a calm, deep tone as he grips my chin and turns my face to his. “You do not need to fear the apps.”
“If you’re thinking about anything at all, they’re doing it wrong. Let me show you what it should be like, lovely.”
When the game is rigged, there are no rules, and no such thing as cheating.”
“I’m sorry. I was angry. I hate anger. It feels like fire, like sickness. I just wanted to feel something else, even if it was pain.”
His eyes glow like ice lit by the northern lights. “You’ve always been my witch; we just didn’t know it.”
So, I was the ocean after all, and he was the moon, pulling me at his whim.
“And I need to show you this video I found of cats chasing their own tails.”
