Tyed

by L.J. Shen

If looks could kill, forensics would be all over these two. Everyone falls awkwardly silent.

My cheeks are so hot, I feel like I just got caught masturbating in a church.

Do him, Blaire. Do him for the both of us. I hear twins sometimes have a physical connection that allows them to feel the pain and pleasure of their sibling. Have a chain orgasm and teleport it to me, okay?”

“No, I took you out on a date because I want to fuck your brains out, among other things, and I know that the feeling is mutual. Unlike your buddy Shane, I don’t sugarcoat my intentions. I don’t want to be your friend. I have no interest in hanging out with you at the mall or choosing outfits with you or crap like that. I crave you. I want all of you, every single inch of you. And call it an only-child syndrome, but I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. SHARE.”

I kissed him and found out that despite his reputation, and the fears I failed to keep at bay, he was just a boy, kissing a girl, hoping she’d like it—and him—after all.

When his school teacher once asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, and he said happy, and she said that he didn’t understand the question, and he answered that she didn’t understand life.”

Usually, he avoids showing those cutie dimples at any cost. Tonight, he is flashing them like Miley Cyrus at a nudist beach.

I think I have a boyfriend. I mean, I may have a boyfriend. We haven’t discussed it yet, though. Tyler and I are always together. When we’re not together, we text each other. When we’re not texting and not together, I think about him. All the time.

“Please get mad at me, Blaire. Kick me, punch me, curse at me, break shit. Throw me in the fucking doghouse and let me pay for what I’ve done. But please don’t walk out on me. I can’t change my past, but we can change my future.” He closes his eyes, sighing in despair.

By the time we walk back to the reception area and Cam drops me off at Violet’s desk so she can show me to the HR department, I am sure of two things. One, if Cameron could (which I guess he couldn’t, seeing as he’ll be my boss), he would have totally asked me out. He checked me out thoroughly when we said our goodbyes. Two, if Cameron asked me out, I would have said no, because frankly, he may be perfect for me. Hell, Shane may be perfect for me. But the guy I want is perfectly imperfect, and I’m completely fine with it.