Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

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Brooklyn is drawing circles on your chest. Every once in a while, it'll send chills down your back. Her body is pressed against your right side, her legs are wrapped around yours, her head is on your shoulder.

Brooklyn: I miss your scars.

You: I don't.

Brooklyn: Why not?

She runs her finger across a few places scars used to sit.

Brooklyn: They made you look cool.

You: They hurt sometimes. And not all of them brought great memories with them.

Brooklyn: But they made you look cool.

You: That's all that matters to you, isn't it?

Brooklyn: No.

She turns her head and looks you in the eyes.

Brooklyn: You matter to me.

You scrunch your nose up.

You: That was cheesy.

Brooklyn: Oh yeah?

She starts leaning forward.

You: Yeah.

She kisses you for just a second before pulling away again.

You: Oh, come back.

Brooklyn: I'm tired.

She turns her head and adjusts until she's comfortable.

Brooklyn: Maybe later.

You: Oh, does that come with other benefits?

Brooklyn: It might.

She's drawing imaginary lines on you again.

Brooklyn: I don't like this.

You: Shit, you didn't?

Brooklyn: No, no, I mean, it was great, but... I don't like sneaking around. It makes it feel like we're doing something wrong.

You: We're not.

Brooklyn: But it feels like it... Doesn't it? I'm not crazy.

You: No, you're right. It does.

Brooklyn: I think it is right to tell Clementine.

You: I was going to, and then I found out she was dying and thought maybe I shouldn't.

Brooklyn: I think telling her is best.

You: Glad we're on the same page.

Brooklyn: Then what?

You: What do you mean?

Brooklyn: What do we do? What are we after that?

You: We're engaged.

Brooklyn: Yeah, but you're also married to her.

You sigh.

You: That's the problem, Brooklyn.

Brooklyn: If you want to be with her-

You: Stop.

Brooklyn: I may have told you it was alright, but it makes me feel awful.

You: I knew it would.

Brooklyn: Can I ask what you think of me? If she told you you couldn't be with me, what would you do?

You: I love you. I would not leave you... I couldn't.

She stops running her finger across your chest and rests her hand.