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These are my thighs, soft and weak. None of it feels like mine, but it doesn’t feel like anyone else’s either. These are limbs, patches of skin, miles of veins and tangles of tendon, ready to be called home for whoever comes to claim them. I conquer them methodically, wiggling my toes to remind my feet whom they belong to, curling my ankles, inflating my lungs, blinking my eyelids. I remember that I’m made up of these mechanical parts, and I set each cog into motion, rusty joints and stilted breaths, until I can call them my own. Unlike the clock above, I refuse to be perpetually broken.
Maybe there will come a time when I need to repay all this tenderness. When it comes, I resolve to remember the way I’m feeling right now, so grateful to be in a place where warmth and space and softness even exist. It
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Nodding, he explains, “I need to touch her. I need her to look at me. I need to taste her. I need everyone to know she’s mine. I need her to know she’s mine. I need her attention. I need—” “What you need is massive amounts of therapy. I mean, Jesus Christ, Nicky.”
“She’ll come around, Nicky,” Remy says, looking too flippant. “She hasn’t pointed a gun at you in days.”
Standing up, I stretch, not missing the way her eyes slide to the inch of exposed abs I grace her with. That’s right, baby. Hate me or not, I’m still pretty.
“Time is just a countdown to things I don’t want to do.”
I might not be as big as Sy or anything, but goddamn. She totally just fucking manhandled me. My dick gives a confused little twitch.
but after that night she came to us, bleeding her soul all over her cold cheeks, she and Sy have been back to normal.
"bleeding her soul all over her cold cheeks" what a beautiful way of describing the kind of crying she did.
That’s, like, kinda privilege if you think about—ow, you shitheel! Don’t slap me when I have my dick out!”
Nick shrugs. “Not my fault you hitched your wagon to a baby back bitch.”
But he’s gone. No longer in the doorway. No longer sucking in my air. No longer existing.
I have this theory that Mr. Maddox is the Baron King. But if that were the case, wouldn’t he be raising Remy to take over?
We fall into the stars. Just like he always knew we would.
Why didn’t she shoot him first??
