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Me
She’ll come willingly.
King
Try not to get killed.
Me
I thought that was the plan all along… besides, if I don’t end this, then Junior’s choices will have been in vain.
King
There’s always a way to pull out poison—he chose the right one, we can’t begrudge him that.
Me
And yet I’m still pissed at him.
King
Text Bella, Serena just left the bathroom.
We had all grown up amid violence and anger. Rage was all too often the first response to every situation. Danger was the norm. Even now, danger stalked us, sought to end us. Was there not something poetic in striving to claim a small bit of paradise within the chaotic hell that was our everyday life?
Don’t think… feel.
I was so lost in my thoughts and that text conversation I almost didn’t hear Bella sneak up on me, completely naked. The knife slipped from my hand, clattering onto the counter. “Sorry, what was that one last thing?”
Please say chess, play chess, and put on a blanket and stay completely covered in a corner.
“Play naked with my husband in the kitchen.”
I braced my hands against the counter. “Sounds dangerous, lots of pointy things.”
She shoved the knife across the counter and dipped herself under my arms so that they were pinned on either side of her. “Take off your shirt.”
I almost snapped you take off your shirt, then realized duh, her shirt was already off I was just losing my mind.
I slowly peeled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground. “Happy?”
She shook her head no. “Now your pants.”
“Should we put on music?”
“Are you offering me a show?”
“It might cost you.” I leaned in and captured her mouth. “Sorry, I slipped, I’m a clumsy dancer.”
“I see that.”
I kissed her again. “I have a condition where everything has to be done in even numbers.”
I kissed her again. “Shit, I slipped again, that’s three, so that means I need to go for four and—”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, fusing her mouth to mine. A possessiveness I’d never felt in my life took complete control of my body, it wasn’t that I was running out of time; it was that I had her, I fully had her, and I didn’t have to feel guilty about my word to Nixon.
Because she was mine.
