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Someone with a broken-off cucumber stuck in their rectum? Check.
You’re not better than me just because you’re a doctor, and I’m not the devil just because I want a high-paying career. So you can take your sanctimonious attitude and shove it up your ass, Josh Chen, because I’m over it.”
“I
like you a lot better when you aren’t talking. I should bring you food more often.”
Only a few things in life were certain: death,
taxes, and the fact that Josh Chen and I would never be friends.
Bed. Singular. As in, there was only one. And I had to share it with Jules Ambrose. Kill me now.
God was punishing me for wrongs I’d committed in my past life. That was the only explanation I could think of for why I’d been subjected to my predicament. Josh and I both refused to back down and take the couch, so we were stuck in the same room, the same bed, for the next two nights. A gentleman would’ve offered to sleep elsewhere, but Josh wasn’t a gentleman. He was the spawn of Satan…one
the biggest monsters always lurked beneath the most unsuspecting guises.
“On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to fuck me right now?” The moment shattered into a thousand pieces.
Way to ruin the moment JOSH
“Where’s the redheaded menace? Off sticking pins in a voodoo doll somewhere?”
“You want someone who can challenge you. Excite you. Keep you on your toes. And as for what you need…” His whiskey-scented breath gusted across my skin, peppering it with a thousand goosebumps. “You need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you.”
“You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”
There was a certain liberation in not giving a fuck what the other person thought about you. We could be the worst, most untamed versions of ourselves, and in a world where everyone tried to fit everything into neat little boxes, it was as exhilarating as it was painful.
Every time I saw a waterfall, I pictured fucking Jules under it. Every time I saw a restaurant, I pictured us eating there together like a goddamn couple. Every time I saw a hike, I pictured…well, you got the idea. “Fuck.” I was going insane.
“Josh.” Jules closed her laptop and twisted to face me. “I would rather burn in the fiery depths of hell than sleep with you again.”
“I don’t have dreams about you, Red. Only nightmares.”
Some people smiled with their mouths; Jules smiled with her whole face. The sparkle in her eyes, the adorable crinkle of her nose, the small crease in her cheek…watching her smile was like watching the night sky light up with stars.
“Because you’re mine,” I said against her mouth. “Let another man touch you, Jules, and you’ll find out just how easily I can take a man’s life as I can save one.”
“Careful, Red.” Pleasurable goosebumps dotted my skin at Josh’s soft warning. “Keep saying things like that, and I might never let you go.”
“I don’t know what you did to me, Red. But somehow, I went from wanting to kill you…to willing to kill for you.”
“There’s no letting you go, Red. It would be easier if you asked me to tear my heart out with my own fucking hands.”
“Because you’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.” Josh’s lips brushed against my skin before he pulled back, his face taut with emotion. “I’m human, Red. I’ve made mistakes in the past, and I’ll make many more in the future. But one mistake I’ll never make is letting you go, not when there’s even a sliver of a chance left for us. Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.”
“Twelve days, eight hours, and nine minutes. I spent every second thinking of you.” Josh’s lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “I thought I knew what I wanted before. Becoming a doctor, chasing the next high. Being the most popular, most liked person in the room. I thought those things would make me happy, and they did. Temporarily. But you…” He rested his forehead against mine. “You’re the only thing that could make me happy forever.”
“In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.”
