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“What business of it is yours? He’s my boyfriend.” The man sneered at me. “No, he’s not. He hasn’t been your boyfriend for four goddamned years. And now you waltz in here stirring up old memories and pull Gray in again.” I blinked at him. “What are you talking about?” “You know just what the fuck I’m talking about.” “Devin,” Gray snapped. “Now is not the time.”
he didn’t fly off the handle regularly. I was pretty sure he just stored up his anger, like a camel with a hump full of rage.
“I left you a shaving kit in the bathroom. You know, in case you want to do something with whatever is happening on your face.”
I paused, mid-shake of some pepper. “You think it’s spicy enough?” “I think there’s something wrong with your taste buds,” he said with a tiny smile. “I don’t want to eat pasta that’s been baptized in a river of fire.”
“He would’ve said ‘please, thank you,’ and ‘how about some fucking cornbread to go with this delicious chili and my side of balls?’”
“You can’t just disappear,” he said quietly. I rested my forehead against his and closed my eyes. His breath fanned lightly across my cheeks. “God knows I’ve tried to keep my distance from you. But I’m not okay if I don’t know you’re okay. It’s as simple as that.”
I’d died on that operating table, and apparently, I was reborn as Gray’s housecat.
crawling across the floor at the speed of slow.
Maybe my middle name is Fucking.
I fervently wanted to go back to the previous worst day of my life, which was waking up in the hospital with no memory of how I got there and a bullet in my skull. That day was now known as my happy place.
“I didn’t send for the death squad Uber.”
My time-honored technique involved trying to fit as much of his dick as I could in my mouth and then letting him slide out again. End of technique.
My skin felt too tight, my eyes hot and dry. I could feel the last dredges of sand drifting out of the hourglass of my relationship with Gray. I tried to flip it over to start my time again.
