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“You on the bottom?” I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back a smirk. “Never have been before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.” He continues to stare blankly at me. Awesome. I finally get a cellmate and he’s the dullest criminal in the history of crime.
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The others, though, I kept blissfully unaware. I didn’t want them scared… And I definitely didn’t want them to be mad at me for killing them.
Obviously I don’t care what a sociopathic murderer thinks. I suppose it’s just exciting to know that my book is making an impression.
Dr. Love gives me one of his curious looks I’ve come to know and enjoy. It’s a look that says, you’re fucking crazy, and I find it so damn interesting.
This is nuts. Even I need to acknowledge how batshit crazy he must be to give a serial killer keys to the prison.
“You’re a bit of a freak, you know that, Doc?” He narrows his gaze. “A little too obsessed with serial killers… I think that makes you strange. Like me.” He leans in closer to my face. “That’s a stretch… Carver.” I smirk. Then wink at him. He rolls his eyes. “Let’s go.”
“Dalliances. Another interesting word.” I huff. “You’re stalling, Felix.” “You’re annoying, Doctor.”
“And then I bashed his head on the side of the tub.” I pause, my eyes sticking with Dr. Love’s. “I sort of wish I hadn’t done that.” “Why?” “It was really messy. Got blood in all the crevices of my bathroom tiles. It took forever to clean.”
What the fuck was I thinking, letting a serial killer suck my dick??
If I could feel bad, I think I would right now. I really didn’t intend to make everyone’s lives a living hell. I’m just a killer who saw an opportunity.
And I’m being brought in by my sexy doctor boyfriend? I don’t think I’ve ever been so overjoyed. Okay, boyfriend is probably a stretch, Felix. He’s just a doctor who’s been studying you, who occasionally likes to kiss and fuck you. It doesn’t mean you’re getting married. Manage your expectations.
I wonder what the hell I’m doing. Why is the first person I’ve ever felt so comfortable with a serial killer? There must be something wrong with me…
Because I’m a murderer. I’m pretty sure snooping through someone’s phone is the nicest thing I’m expected to do.
“You came back for me,” I whisper. He nods. “Of course I did. I don’t think I know how to live without you anymore, Felix Darcey.”
“Felix, I told you. I don’t believe that warrants things like this. I know you are who you are, and there’s no changing that… But there’s also no changing the parts of you that are good. Like your intelligence, your wittiness, your fierce loyalty… I love all of those qualities. And to be honest, I love the bad ones, too. I love you, whether it’s wrong or right, or really fucking wrong, because I think we know it is.” He grins and I chuckle. “But I don’t care one bit. Meeting you was the highlight of my life.”
“You’re different.” I gaze into his amber eyes to convince him I’m serious. “Because you’re still here, Lem. You could never be in their shadows. You’re monumental in my life. You overshadow it all, and that’s exactly what I want. For you to fix me, even if the finished product is still broken… It doesn’t matter as long as you’re holding me together, Want.”
“Felix Darcey.” He sighs my name like it’s his blessing, not a curse, his large hands rushing up my chest to cover my heart and the scars he made there. “If I’m your Want, then you’re my Need.”

