Growing Fires with Old Ashes

27 - Heroin

Sage.

I stare at the carpet in front of me while I let his words process in my head. I'm not saying he's wrong, it's just that I hate admitting it. Because I know damn well I'm not supposed to care in that way. So, I took the easiest path for myself. Denial.

''Why do we care?''

''Because we feel something for each other?'' he frowns at my question like I just asked the dumbest thing ever. My gaze lingers on his body for a moment and it finally hits me that he isn't even wearing a fucking shirt.

It makes heat rise to my cheeks, staining them with a light pink colour. He probably took it off last night when he went to bed. Damn you Atlas. His ripped jeans are still on as I then notice his Calvin Klein briefs. Since the waistband is literally poking out above his pants. Why does he always do this whenever I'm trying not to give in to that fucking temptation.

He snaps his fingers in front of my eyes my thoughts immediately disappearing and I instantly feel embarrassed.

''Have you been listening?''

''Of course, I've been listening, fucking idiot''

He chuckles. ''You're the idiot here, Sage. The least you can do is admit that you feel the same''

''Not everyone is in love with you, but I don't think you'd be able to figure out the difference between 'a quick fuck' and 'oh, I'm hopelessly in love with you'''

''A quick fuck right? Then why the fuck do you care about me sleeping with Sam? It almost makes me think you became drunk last night, just to forget about all the shit that happened in New York''

He needs to keep that bitch's name out of his mouth when he's talking to me. Thank the lord I was able to keep my mouth shut.

''Why did you care so much about me having a threesome? You looked like you were going to cry the moment you busted into my door. Pathetic much?'' that makes his hand tighten around my thigh. Our direct skin on skin contact is making my body feel like it's on fire. In a good way though, but I don't particularly like the way that Atlas makes me feel any time he touches me. It's almost like he possesses my body and I just walk around in it. He has way too much power over me.

His hand is dangerously close to getting right underneath my shirt and I can feel the spot of his hand placement tingle. That's when I decide I've had enough.

''Don't fucking touch me'' I lash out to him and slap his hand away, real fucking hard. I even hit my thigh, making me cringe because of the random spank. He almost looks offended the moment he pulls his hand back. Fuck's sake, now I have Samantha's pussy rubbed onto my thigh. It makes me want to gag just at the thought of it.

Atlas.

The fuck? What did I do to deserve that? Man, and I was trying to have a polite conversation as well. I didn't expect her slap to be that hard. It almost makes my hand feel paralysed. I shake my hand loosely, wrapping my right hand around my wrist so I can snap it slightly.

''What the fuck was that for?'' I finally spit out. I think there was enough anger and irritation indicated in that already.

''For touching me'' I furrow my eyebrows. Is this a fucking joke or something? ''You're forgetting the fact that I had my fucking dick inside you'' she shakes her head, standing up and straightening her shirt. It looks like she's trying to stretch the fabric so it'll be longer since it reaches just a bit over her knees. But, she fails, horribly. It's so stupid and makes me laugh on the inside.

''I didn't even come, you should know I faked my moans'' this shit keeps getting better and better.

''Mhm, we'll see what your little boy toy will say about this'' I get up with the help of the backrest from the sofa. My injured leg from yesterday still hurts like a bitch and I'm basically limping my way through this hell. I'm fucking done with being in here.