He dipped his head. Our eyes collided. “I want to fuck you so bad, but I know better. You’ll ruin me, and I can’t survive this place if I allow you to strip me bare,” he said. He sounded a bit overly dramatic, but I understood his sentiment. In the daylight, his father was a successful real estate developer. At night he dealt with shady people, and he often took his sons along for the ride. I knew he made them do evil things in his name. I had seen the bloody clothes and bruised knuckles. Ironically, the father never had either. He wanted to be a bad man but didn’t seem to have the stomach for it. No one knew I knew what was going on. I’d heard and seen a lot since I’d been living in their house. It was easy to be invisible in a place where I really didn’t matter. “I don’t like you enough to ruin you, Summertime. I just want to fuck some of the smugness out of you.” It was true. I didn’t particularly know if I liked Cisero or just liked the idea of him. His eyes darkened and his grip on my neck loosened. He leaned into me. We were so close he could breathe for me if needed. I took advantage of the closeness. On tipped toes I rose, leaned in and ran my tongue up his scruffy blond jawline. “Or you can fuck the sadness out of me, maybe?”
Live.
He dipped his head. Our eyes collided. “I want to fuck you so bad, but I know better. You’ll ruin me, and I can’t survive this place if I allow you to strip me bare,” he said. He sounded a bit overly dramatic, but I understood his sentiment. In the daylight, his father was a successful real estate developer. At night he dealt with shady people, and he often took his sons along for the ride. I knew he made them do evil things in his name. I had seen the bloody clothes and bruised knuckles. Ironically, the father never had either. He wanted to be a bad man but didn’t seem to have the stomach for it. No one knew I knew what was going on. I’d heard and seen a lot since I’d been living in their house. It was easy to be invisible in a place where I really didn’t matter. “I don’t like you enough to ruin you, Summertime. I just want to fuck some of the smugness out of you.” It was true. I didn’t particularly know if I liked Cisero or just liked the idea of him. His eyes darkened and his grip on my neck loosened. He leaned into me. We were so close he could breathe for me if needed. I took advantage of the closeness. On tipped toes I rose, leaned in and ran my tongue up his scruffy blond jawline. “Or you can fuck the sadness out of me, maybe?”