She scrubbed at her dark dreadlocks and my gaze hooked on the silvery crescent tattooed behind her ear. It made even me angry to see it, let alone what it was doing to Rosalie. Fuck I hated this. Hated having to hide her away, hated fighting with her all the time. A guy like me needed his beauty sleep and I was scraping by on sub-par ugly-as-a-pig’s-asshole sleep. I swear at this rate I was gonna get wrinkles before I was thirty. And that would just be a travesty for my perfect face.
THEN WHY DO YOU DO IT
