Page 24 of The Bleeding Hearts Club

I don’t know if I should be raging at him or just impressed with myself for how sufficiently I put myself to bed.

My answer, however, is the basket sitting on the side table. Inside is a bottle of Dr. Pepper, Nerd Ropes, Doritos, Reese’s Pieces, and a gift bag with a card.

I rise up in bed yawning, grabbing the basket, and emptying it onto the bed. I pick up the card, opening it to see the note in a scribbled handwriting.

Here you go, sweetheart. For when you wake up and spend the majority of your day in bed reading your…books ;)

Theo

I smile to myself. Of course I’m going to be reading today. I’m hungover as fuck and I just got to a really good part in the werewolf book I’m reading. And for all my efforts to keep my reading pleasures a secret, he had inevitably seen what I was reading at the beach the other day.

It’s his fault for creeping up behind me when he took a break from surfing and read over my shoulder. It’s not like I had purposefully started reading a knotting chapter just as he snuck a peak.

I snort, shaking my head. His face was priceless.

I sit the food on the table and opened the pop to take a drink. My mouth was so dry.

Fucking cotton mouth.

I grab the gift bag and pull out the tissue paper to find a small box inside and a bottle of Tylenol.

Bless you, Theodore.

I take two and set the bottle with the food. The box though, has me a little skeptical. It’s about as long as my palm, tied with a bright red ribbon.

I slip it and the lid off and find another note inside.

Don’t kill me, or burn the place down. I quite like having my balls, but I know this is good for headaches. Have fun!

Theo ;)

What the fuck is this? quickly turns into I’m going to fucking murder him. because inside the box is a brand new fucking vibrator, and its hot fucking pink. My face heats and I audibly growl as I kick the sheets and blankets off my legs and storm out of bed.

“THEODORE! I HOPE YOU CAN FUCKING HEAR ME!”

My feet stomp across the carpet and I slam my door open, the handle hitting the wall. I cringe.

Please don’t leave a dent. I can’t pay the crazy ass fee I’m sure they have here.

My fist connects hard to his door. It rattles in the door frame.

“THEO, OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR!”

I twist the knob and surprisingly it gives. I push it open wide, it hits the wall like mine, but I could care less. He can pay that.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, buying me a fucking vibrator? Who does that?! THEO! Where are—” my voice is cut off. All the noise of my tantrum is immediately gone and there’s only silence as I stare at…whatever the fuck this thing is.

What the hell?

Am I dreaming?

I’m dreaming I have to be asleep.

Slowly, my hand lifts to pinch the inside of my wrist.

Nope. Not dreaming.

Standing in the middle of Theo’s room is this freakishly tall fucking…thing. It’s pale. So pale that it looks gray. It has a human chest and human arms, and human legs, but instead of hands and feet there are claws. Not like bird claws, but like its fingers and toes are elongated. There’s a stark white, fluffy towel wrapped around its waist and it’s hiding nothing. If this thing before me is a monster…the thing between its legs…I swallow thickly.