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it’d been almost a year since I graduated, and real life had kicked me in the face enough times since then that I couldn’t remember why fucking with him had seemed like fun. Why make life worse for people when life itself was good at doing that all on its own?
Sounds like he did a lot of growing up in a year.
I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight if I leave you here.
“Forty-two.” It came out without any input from my brain, and then I started to laugh, high-pitched and a little hysterical-sounding.
That's actually hilarious.
He had such interesting eyes, a light brown that was almost golden. They’d always given him a striking appearance in contrast with his black hair. Striking, and attractive, and almost mesmerizing, even when they were alight with malicious mischief.
Interesting. He's freaking out from nerves but still notices Aidan's eyes.
He’d lost even the ability to read a decades-old book that you could find in a used bookstore or download in like, two seconds, because of me. The full reality of what I’d done to him hadn’t sunk in until that moment.
It doesn't sound like it was his fault. I wonder why he didn't testify on his behalf. His testimony should have cleared Aidan of any charges.
I did know that I’d tried to get him released. I’d begged my parents, actually on my knees. It didn’t matter.
So he did try.
I’d been started on an extensive regimen of antidepressants, sedatives, and anti-anxiety medications shortly after, and I hadn’t gotten my mind back to anything like clarity until a few months after my eighteenth birthday.
What the fuck? What kind of parents would do that?
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’d had sex that didn’t come close to eliciting sounds like the ones he made taking his first two sips of his cocoa. Aidan’s voice was sexy enough speaking, but actually moaning in pleasure? Christ on a cracker.
Christ on a cracker! Oh, I really like this guy.
“I’m going to have to make you put a dollar in a jar every time you apologize. Like a swear jar, you know?”
A deep, soothing rumble of a voice, and heat, and safety.
Oh god. Even at this moment, almost completely out of his mind from anxiety, Sebastian knew, instinctively, that Aidan was safety.
I was the last person on earth who’d hurt him. What would be the point, when I’d paid such a high price for making sure he didn’t get hurt in the first place?
This is just so wrong! I’m furious they actually locked him up when he did Nothing Wrong. Sebastian’s mother needs to pay for what she did to Both of them!
the only thing that made prison bearable was knowing I hadn’t done anything wrong; more than that, I knew that I’d kept someone else safe, had actively done something good
Apparently I’d also turned into a twelve-year-old girl while I was locked up, but whatever.
Ha!
with a frayed plush rainbow attached to the zipper. Of course.
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?
Adrian is pretty funny.
A guy could walk in any second and find me dragging his half-unconscious boyfriend to bed, and then we’d have a repeat of four years ago.
Bright blue Converse. Somehow I hadn’t noticed those yet, but of course they were, and with multicolored stripy socks
Those eyes, fuck. Like stars, or something, so bright I almost couldn’t keep meeting his gaze.
You didn’t let me throw my life away.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said. “I’m not letting you.” His lips quirked. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if I did.”
he was using the words I’d put together when I did the one decent thing I’d probably ever done for anyone. How was I supposed to fight that?
“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.
So funny.
Forget not talking about any one of the elephants in the room. I was the elephant in the room.
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.
You got that right.
This was why I didn’t get laid. This, right here.
Ha!
He tersely double-checked my sizes and then grabbed stuff and shoved it into my arms until I looked like a walking laundry pile. Honestly? I was too scared of him in this mood to argue,
The thought of Brody putting his hands and his mouth all over a drunk Sebastian had me grinding my teeth and clenching my fists.
the voice in the back of my head was screaming at me that it was completely my business, because Sebastian was my business.
If Aidan were an equation, it would have had at least two irrational numbers, an imaginary number, a couple of variables that couldn’t be solved with the given information, and a cube root.
So funny!!
“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?”
Gay elves! Oh my god! Sebastian is hysterical!!
a threadbare t-shirt with the Periodic Table of Comic Book Characters on it — which passed for normal in Sebastian Land.
Sebastian Land. 😀
when he smiled it made me want to do more of whatever it took to keep that look on his face.
I love this! So perfect.
Hadn’t anyone ever told him he was fine the way he was — better than fine?
Soft and wet and delicate and sweet, it felt like the last time a girl had sucked me off, the last time I’d tasted someone else, the last time I’d sunk into a kiss
I was going to let Aidan kill him, and watch with a bowl of popcorn.
Ha! Ha!
it’d been so long since someone protected me without making my decisions for me.
it was like the way my trial should have been, with Sebastian standing there in front of the judge and the jury and telling them straight-up that I hadn’t done anything wrong.
Yes, it should have.
I would’ve jumped out of the moving car and run back to Target, found that son of a bitch, and turned him into a smear in the parking lot.
So protective. How is he so clueless about his feelings for Sebastian?
he’d showed up on Sebastian’s doorstep with only his twig of a buddy as backup
Twig of a buddy. Aidan is just so funny!
With an effort of will that I should have gotten a medal for, I didn’t tip his chin up and rub my thumb over his mouth again.
And yet he's still apparently clueless.
Aidan was my roommate. My friend, maybe.
Maybe? He still questions this?
I was going to get laid, with a woman, and then I was going to go home and tell Sebastian how much I’d enjoyed it, and love every second of the expression on his face when I gave him all the details.
What an idiot. Can't he see, it's still all about Sebastian?
I was heading up the street, bouncing enough to almost burst into a run. I might have a job. I could pay Sebastian rent, I could buy my own food, I could be a person again.
This is kind of sad, that he doesn't think of himself as a person anymore.
I’d been trying so hard to show Sebastian I could be nice to his friends, that I could be unintimidating and comfortable with gay guys touching me and generally chill. That I could fit into his life as more than a temporary inconvenience.
Awww...
It sucked donkey dick,
He has such an imaginative vocabulary.
Was it really so selfish of me to want to keep Aidan to myself?
after I moved out of my parents’ house and got the hell out of their soul-sucking gravitational event horizon
See what I mean? I love the way he talks.
“I can’t control other people’s feelings or actions, only my own responses to them,”
Excellent advice!
Jealousy was what made me act like that. Not that I could say that, but I could at least own being wrong and not dig myself deeper.
