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Euphoria: A feeling you get from a good fuck, or from stepping off of an airplane after spending almost an entire day strapped into a seat so tiny only your left ass cheek fits.
The tremor that runs through her body when I swirl my finger around the piercing wouldn’t even be noticeable to almost everybody else, but I catch it.
“Never wear those again,”
“You do not know what I need. And you do not get to decide what I’ll think without even talking to me. You left me in your bed alone, Tyler, like I was some twenty-dollar fuck you picked up on the corner,” she growls, her eyes wide and dark. “Never say that about yourself again,” I growl, taking a step toward her. “You have no idea how wrong you are.”
Vulnerability isn't something that comes naturally to me.
“You know, if I wasn’t such a confident guy, your staring would have made me self-conscious.”
“You know, if I wasn’t such a confident girl, your staring would have made me self-conscious.”
“Maybe you are just as broken as everyone says.”
“Let go over me, Oakley. I won’t ask again,” I hiss. He ignores my comment with a shake of his head, but lets go of my arm. “She can take her. Trust me.” “She's hurt.”
“I know. If Beth wasn't a girl, you know I would be out there beating the life out of the sorry fucker. But Gracie won’t want us to interfere. Not with this one.”
“We need to clean those cuts and make sure you didn’t crack your damn skull.”
“What's the magic word?”
“Now.”
“Let me in,” she murmurs quietly, inching closer to me. The seconds flick away slowly around us. “You wouldn't like what you would see.”
“I'm not going to apologize for punching you, by the way.” “I wouldn't expect anything else.” I really wouldn't.
“Is that what I need? A real man?” she asks slowly, almost in a whisper. Her eyes bore into mine, gripping onto them with claws out. I force myself to look away. “It’s what you deserve.” And that man’s not me. It’s about time we both remembered that.
Close your mouth unless you want me to fill it, Gracie.
“I may not know a damn thing about you, Allen. But it isn't hard to see that you radiate toxic masculinity. Not to mention that your lack of respect for not only your son but also the girl he brought with him tonight is extremely offensive.”
“If anyone is going to be doing you a favour tonight, it will be Tyler by keeping me under control before I end up saying something I really shouldn't.”
“Where does that leave you then? What's your so-called addiction?” I ask curiously. My skin flares when he turns and locks his eyes with mine. “You, Gray. I think I'm addicted to you.”
You, Gray. I think I’m addicted to you.
Those eight words might not have been an obvious declaration of love, but I know better than anyone that to Tyler, they may as well have.
My words seem to spark a reaction from inside him because he whips his head to the side and lets out a string of curses before smashing our mouths together.
“Patience has never been your thing, beautiful.”
“Feel how hard my heart is beating,” I mutter, almost begging. “That’s for you. It’s been like that for years, but you never gave me the chance to tell you.”
“Yes, good. Gracie might be the only girl on this planet that can put up with all of your bullshit. She's good for you.”
“You've opened up a part of me that I didn't even know existed, Gray. I know that doesn't mean as much to you as what you said, but it does to me. It means everything.”
“That's Cody,” Gracie rushes, trying to save his ass. I whip my head in her direction and attempt to wipe the sheer aggression from my features because I don’t want to scare her. “He's my neighbour.” “That's cool. Why is he here? In your kitchen? When you're wearing the same amount of clothes you do when you make coffee every morning after I fuck your brains out?”
“I never want to see you near her again,”
“If you see her in the lobby, turn around. If she's in the elevator when the doors open, wait for the next one. If you can see her wherever you are, close your fucking eyes. But I don't want to find you so much as breathing the same air as her again unless you want to spend the remainder of your days in a fucking wheelchair. Got it, Cody?”
“Did you want me to lose control? To fuck the attitude out of you?”
“Face the wall like a good girl and I'll give you what you want,”
“Yeah?” Please don't say something that will tear me to shreds while I'm standing naked as the day I was born with cum dripping down my thighs.
“When you told me you were falling in love with me, did you mean it?”
“Yeah. Or else telling you that I'm in love with you would have been incredibly awkward.”
This moment right here, in the middle of my living room, both of us still butt-fuck naked and reeling from what we did just minutes ago, is one I wouldn't dare change for anything. This is a moment that I will remember in five, ten, or fifty years as if it were yesterday. As if I were right here again, feeling the flutters deep in my belly and Tyler's smile against my lips. And I can't help but feel like that makes me the luckiest damn girl in the world.
“Coochie kick?” She grins. “Yeah. Coochie kick. It's my new favourite way to thank a bitch. Feel free to use it anytime.”
“I'm going to have you face down on this bed the minute you get home, begging for me to fuck you like the good girl you are,”
“My perfect, dirty girl.”
She's my light—my guide as I walk through the darkest parts of myself, always leading me back home. Back to her. Where I should have been a long time ago.
“She left me twenty-four years ago because she was pregnant with another son. With my son.”
