Colin (Unexpected, #6)

by Cora Rose

So, no. I won’t pull the fucking weed. I’d rather die.

I obviously have issues that have yet to be resolved—probably something to do with my childhood. Where is Sigmund Freud when I need him? I need a word.

I dislike this man more than is reasonable or respectable. I despise him and his tacky Christmas decorations and his smiley face and his loud laugh.

“No reason,” Colin replies. “It’s nothing.” “Sem,” Maggie says, whispering loudly. “I don’t think it’s nothing. When you broke into my house all those times, that’s when the good stuff happened.”

Americans always smile too fucking much. Would it kill them to fucking frown once in a while?

“Take off the fucking clothes, or I am going to rip them off of you.” Well, no need to get violent, Ethan. And I really do like this shirt. It would be a shame to have it torn apart.

“So contrived,” he huffs. “I wouldn’t bother with poison. If I murdered you, I’d want to watch as the life is snuffed from your eyes.” “What the hell, Ethan?” I mutter with a snort. “God, you sound like Jack the Ripper.”

“How did he die?” 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,”

Because the truth is, I’m afraid. Afraid of loving someone so completely and then having it ripped away.

“Friends?” Colin asks, and I sigh, my hand slipping from his. Because no, I don’t want to be friends. I want to move up to his bedroom and fuck him silly and then hold him while we sleep, and when we wake up, I want to make Daniel breakfast again. “Friends.”

“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.”

“I cannot get enough of you.” “Same,” I whisper. “Why is that?” he asks, sounding so perplexed. “I put a spell on you,” I manage to tease, and he scoffs. “Most likely. Fucking Americans,” he grumbles and then adds,