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Normally, reading is my escape. And I had plenty of time to read this week—I just didn’t have the mental energy. Instead, I binged a new fantasy show every night until I fell asleep on the couch. Not the healthiest coping mechanism to deal with Adam’s constant texts and calls, but it’s not like it’ll last forever. And if it does—or if he puts me in even the mildest of reading slumps, I’ll fucking kill him.
I swear, good men only exist in books. Specifically, books written by women.
“I hope you find some time to read this week, Wren. I know it makes you happy.”
“Tell me, princess, what do you like to do other than read?” “Hmm.” I tilt my head toward the ceiling, frowning like I need to think about it. Finally, I say, “I like puzzles. And word games. Oh! And I love being outside. Well, when the weather is warmer. Snow and I don’t really get along. It makes me anxious.”
What an interesting thing to say.
What am I doing. What am I doing. WHAT AM I DOING?!
“Jesus Christ,” she whispers. “Nope. Just a couple demons, making sure you end up in hell with us for all of eternity.”
“Wren?” I hear Elliot say. “Are you okay?” I turn, ripping the curtains open with a grin. “It has pockets!”
“Jesus,” Oliver mutters. “You can reason with this fuckwit? Shit. Now we’re never letting you go.”
“I know I’m not the best when it comes to affection, or a lot of emotions. But I want to be a safe person for you. I know this is all overwhelmingly fast for you, but I want to make this work. And last. So please—if I’m ever not giving you what you need from me, just tell me. I’ll do anything to keep you, Wren. Including holding you while you cry, however often that ends up being.”
