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The guy had made me a cup of hot chocolate, the kind with the little marshmallows mixed in, and I’d destroyed his entire future.
Poor kid. He didn’t know it, but right now he was my everything: my lifeline, my only friend, my only connection to the real world. I had to hide that; I had to play it a little bit cool. That was a metric fuck-ton of bullshit to put on one person who really didn’t owe me anything and hardly even knew me.
I was a gross, confused pervert, and it was gross.
😂
I could just picture it. Oh, hello officer. Sorry, no license and registration to show you. Yes, I’m a felon — released this morning. Him? Oh, he’s the guy I went to prison for kidnapping when he was a minor. He’s fine. I just drugged him and put him in the passenger seat unconscious so I could drive — wait, why are you pulling your gun?
Would a utility company even give me an account? I’d had a phone plan, before. What happened to that? Collections? Maybe. Fuck, I’d been better off in prison.
That’s just scary to think about, like how are newly released felons expected to just simply reintegrate into society after being isolated from it for years at a time…
It was because they couldn’t function outside, period. They couldn’t handle it, and on some level they didn’t want to, because being inside was easier.
🥺🥺
So why wait, right? If you’re going to end up in prison anyway, why not get it over with and skip the part where you try your best and inevitably fail?
🥺
And nothing that happens to me after tonight is your fault, you hear me? Nothing. It’s all on me.
This hurts me cause really though, where would he go? Either homelessness or back to prison. My heart hurts
“I don’t like mushrooms,” I called after him, as he disappeared down the hall. “I knew you were an asshole,” his voice floated back.
He couldn’t hang around in the same horrible jeans that — not that I would have told him this for every glittery purple tchotchke in the world — smelled like mildew and feet.
That’s so mean. I’m laughing. But it’s still mean.
Because it was starting to be clear to me that Aidan might be physically a big, muscular brute, but emotionally…yeah, he was a big marshmallow.
“What…what the hell? Where did these…I mean…what? Do we have elves?” Today was Thursday, but the landscapers had come the week before. They hadn’t been here this morning. Had they? Why would they plant a rainbow? “Like, gay elves?”
“I really love the flowers. I might actually start sitting out here so I can look at them. You know, if you don’t mind me hanging around in your office.”
Cute 🥰 but also, his office 😂
Put another way, I had a hot, straight roommate who carried home heavy bags full of rainbow flowers and planted them for me, and who I was starting to really, really like. Oh, crap. I was in so much trouble.
How much length? Probably a lot. Hopefully a lot. Oh, no, Seb, you are not speculating on Aidan’s…length. But I so was.
I had everything I’d never known I needed right there in bed with me.
Sebastian buried his face in my chest again, his breath coming in heaves. Did something? Cheated on me, knocked over a liquor store, joined the circus, broke the laws of physics by getting a top quark and a bottom quark to fuck, and now we were all going to die when the universe exploded?
