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The car door swings open, and I swear I feel like a dog waiting by the front window for its master to come home, my metaphorical tail wagging and a dumbass grin stretching wide across my face.
“Don’t be a fucking idiot, Hero.” That’s always his answer when I bring up other people. I’m not under any illusions that this thing we have is exclusive, aside from the tattoo part. I will fully flip my shit if I see someone else’s ink on him. But any time I mention anyone else to him, he says that same damn thing. “Don’t be an idiot.”
It won’t be a breakup at all, because this has never been anything more than a patchwork of moments tattooed onto the last four years of my life.
Maybe one day he’ll figure it out. Or maybe one day I’ll learn to use my words like a fucking adult. Half the fun is in not knowing which will happen first.
“Goddamn,” he purrs, stroking himself a little faster. “A big cock like that is going to look so fucking good slapping against your belly while I fuck you.” A needy tremor rocks me.
“Life’s more fun when you’re weird.”
“I’m kidding. There isn’t a pastry in the world I’d rather put in my mouth than your dick.”
“Tell them I’m obsessed with you and as soon as they let me off the tour bus, I got in my car and drove straight here to break into your house, and now I’m refusing to leave,”
“Alright, then tell them I’m here to convince you to marry me and let me stay in Fall Crosse forever, drinking coffee and writing wonderfully peaceful songs about lazy mornings and delicious frittatas.”
“I don’t pick the hyperfixation songs. Take it up with the brain gremlins.”
That we’ve been falling in love one fleeting encounter at a time for years and that I’m here because the life I thought I wanted feels empty? That the only time I’m happy is when we’re together? I guess he probably didn’t tell them that last one since I haven’t told him…
“Would it be less complicated if you just called me your boyfriend while I’m here?”
“You know, I’ve known you for four years, but I feel like I hardly know anything about you. I want to change that while you’re here. I…” He swallows hard. “I think I’m okay if it hurts when you leave.”
“And one of us is making grumpy waffles.”
