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Fuck, my dick could cut glass. Back away, Ari. Back away.
"Alright, we can table theNetflix and chillfor now, and go to thestuff our faces with cupcakes and watch whatever movie you wantportion of the day,” I drawled. “But the offer’s always open if you’re interested, sunshine.”
She wanted it. Oh, she wanted it. But like the good girl she was, she trotted toward the couch like her ass—her very nice ass—was on fire.
* * *
It took her ten whole minutes into the movie to take a bite of the cupcake. My intention to save the other one had flown by the wayside, and she’d watched me gobble it down like the fucking Cookie Monster as soon as we’d sat.
And here was the thing. It was not my finest moment…because I almost came in my pants watching her savor that first bite.
Like, what the fuck.
It wasn’t even fair that I couldn’t stick my dick in her mouth after that.
I could just picture her tongue licking at my dick like she was licking at that frosting.
Strawberry frosting on my dick. A dickcake.
Brilliant.
“Ari…why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, and I was brought out of my fantasy where her sweet little tongue was torturing my tip…
And now I was the one blushing.
“I just like cupcakes!” I threw out frantically.
Her gaze turned suspicious. “Okay, weirdo,” she finally said, before turning back to the movie.
Iwasa weirdo, because I kept watching her with that cupcake.
Except she stopped when she got halfway and she set it down, leaning back into the couch and hugging herself in the universal “I am not okay” move.
That wouldn’t do.
“You know what I’ve found over the years, sunshine?” I began as I scooted closer to her and got all snuggled up.
“What?” she murmured, not looking at me. She was using that defeated voice again, the one that I absolutely hated.
“It helps to talk about things with someone who cares. Seems to make it feel at least a little bit better…at least that’s what my experience has been.”
She finally turned toward me, her blue-violet eyes glossed over and her lips pursed. She was trying to hold in her tears.
“Why do you even care?” she finally whispered. “Why am I even here? With you. IN THIS HOUSE. What am I doing?”
A tear finally slid down her face, and the effect was…devastating.
“Tell me where it hurts, baby.”
She continued to hold my gaze for a long, long minute. And then she took a deep breath.
“I am sofuckingtired of being the villain in my own story, Ari. And I haveno ideahow to stop.”
Her eyes grew wide as soon as the words came out, like she was shocked she’d actually spoken them.
But once those words came out, more spilled out. The panic attack at the audition, the texts from her asshole adopted mother…the fact that the “other” was barely speaking to her. The fact that she couldn’t eat a fucking cupcake without freaking out.
I mean, I was to blame for her problems with the “other”, but there was no part of me that felt bad about that.
