Enemies

by Tijan

Holy crapshitastic, he was hot.

I stopped and stared at him. Shit. He meant business. He was glaring at me with eyes that said, “Do not fucking fuck with me, you fucking twit.” Well. Then.

“I need you to hate me.” “I will.” He sank down on a chair in the corner, toeing the curtains out of the way so he could see outside his window, and there he held me. “Tomorrow we can go back to hating each other.”

And his change of subject had nothing to do with me and was completely all about him. I almost loved him for it, too. Almost.

“I would give you up in a heartbeat to get them back.” Still, he remained silent. A beat. Then, “So would I.” Oh. Damn. Damn!

“All I’m saying, maybe we’re not the enemies you like to think we are.” “We were.” He grimaced. “Not quite.

It hit me halfway to his house. That night, I was happy. I was actually happy.

He squeezed my shoulders once more before holding out his hand and half-burping, “Beer me.” A beer materialized from the crowd and was placed in his hand. He winked at me before leaving. “God. I love this place.”

“I love you and I want you to let me love you and I want to make you mine. My woman. Just mine. All mine. I don’t care what you want. I can’t let you be someone else’s. Mine, babe. Mine.”

what you want. I can’t let you be someone else’s. Mine, babe. Mine.”

“I was going to tell you that I love you. That I didn’t care what you were planning for your future, because I am your future and that I loved you and that was that,

“There’s been no one since you. There couldn’t have been. My dick stopped working unless I only thought of you.” Best. Words. Ever.

I thought about what he said earlier. Safe. I was more than safe now. I had some grief to get through, but I felt a clearing in the sky. Light was shining down. I would be happy. He already made me happy. And that was everything.