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February 11 - February 17, 2025
Fishing my phone out of my back pocket, the battery read at 18%, and I used the last bit of juice to send an emergency text to Layla, begging her to come get me.
Layla is her ride or die yet she hasn't called to check on Kat?
Except, I didn’t consider how tall he was, a fact that led to the conclusion of long legs. Long legs that were easily catching up to me. Also, the dude was jacked. He clearly worked out, which meant he more than had the stamina necessary to run the distance it took to meet me.
This dumb bitch knows hes a cop right?
“Kat, stop,” he ground out next to my ear. But I didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop until I was either running to freedom again or shackled up in jail. Nothing and no one would make me go back to the house tonight.
Then let him drive you to your friends house ffs!
I was dumb around him. Like, really fucking dumb.
No thats just you 24/7 hun.
“She’s a lot like you,” he spoke, voice deep and even. “Bold and confident.” I smiled at his words, despite the fact that I hoped she turned out nothing like me. “Thanks. Maya’s a lot like you, too.” I nodded, bringing my gaze back to him. “Strapping muscles and perfect five o-lock shadow.”
“Whatever you do, don’t ask me to spank you.” Face pinching together, I shot him a glance. “Why not?” Dominic shook his head, brows heavy and eyes hardened to charcoal. “Because I just might do it.”
A wide grin splashed up my face. I felt fucking giddy. “Damn. It’s kind of hot when you’re mean.” Dark brows lugged together. “I’m not being mean.” “Fine, then.” My grin turned wicked. “Just hot.”
Thunder clapped inside my chest, placed there by him. His thunder rolled around, clouds of it tangling with my lightning and encouraging it to not strike, but just be. The thunder wanted the lightning’s submission so it could keep it safe, envelop it, do what thunder did best and chase away all that made it scared.
Is this needed? Wtf does it even mean?
“Because I’m childish and immature and petty.”
Fucking spot on. And its getting harder to enjoy reading her POV.
Immaturity was not a good color on me.
Then grow the fuck up.
He brought his attention back to me, ashen eyes warm like the air after an afternoon storm.
This is exhausting to read.
