Colin (Unexpected, #6)

by Cora Rose

Jesus fucking Christ. So no, this is not rock bottom, everyone. I have a ways to go yet. Look out below!

“You like what you see?” I try and tease, but I peg my prostate as those words leave my mouth and I end up whining. “Yes,” he groans. “You desperate little slut.” God, that word. I despise it. It’s degrading. “Say it again.”

He nods and then he’s striding away, Daniel’s picture still in hand. What the hell is going on? Is it because he was in my room last night? He did touch my knee when he came. Maybe he thinks we’re married now.

Well, he bit me, clinging on with those pointy teeth of his and I accidentally flung him into the fireplace. While it was on. He burned to a crisp. “Um, natural causes. Just old age,” I lie

“I told myself that I’d never fall for someone again…and then you walked into my life…. I am utterly and completely wrecked for you, Colin. Entirely fucking gone for you.”

“Yep. I would. I just said that. Do you need hearing aids? How old are you?” “Thirty-six,” I say, and Daniel shovels more food into his mouth. “Oh, I thought you were sixty.” So maybe my head wouldn’t be as big as a watermelon. Daniel would keep me on my toes.