Alter Arlo

by Nordika Night

“Take me and never let me go. Fuck me until there’s nothing left of me but you.”

“I am chained to freedom.” “Isn’t freedom supposed to be a good thing?” “Not when you want to belong to someone.” “Who do you want to belong to?” “Nothing.” Me. I was nothing.

Arlo was evil, and he was casual as fuck about it.

“Do you typically sleep in the nude?” he asked, for once making me the one who blushed. “And do you sweat in your sleep?” Okay, blush gone.

“I’m scared of losing you. Of missing you. Of wanting you more than you want me. Of pushing you away when you get tired of my phobias. Of having you and losing you in the same lifetime. I…I don’t think I’d survive it.”

“What if I never want to touch again?” “I’ll die.”

“What do I smell like?” “Mine. My path, my purpose, my tether to this body.”