Tattooed On You

VI: The One and Two Ones

"Well, I guess you picked the safer option of the two," Mia concludes after listening to my detailed recap of what happened the past week.

It's Friday, and traditionally, it's wine and dine for Mia and me. The first one since I left her place and moved to the house filled with testosterone. In a way this is victory; I survived the first week.

Cooper got us pizza's from our favorite Italian around the corner, and then left to give us some proper time and space to catch up. It's why it now seems -for just tonight- that nothing has changed and that I'm still rolling to my room in a few hours.

The fact that that's not the case, surprisingly enough is fine too. Cooper already offered to drive me home when we call it a night, and by that, he's officially passed the friend checklist.

Not that I actively have one, but still.

"So, when you say big, how big do you actually mean?" Mia shamelessly asks before gulping her red wine.

"Big," I answer immediately before putting my glass on the coffee table. I then hold my hands up and try to measure out the size of John's cock. "Like this."

"Damn. And you were still able to walk after?"

I hum, feeling slightly proud because damn, I took him like a pro. "I was sore."

Mia leans forward a little, and it's clear that she's just getting started with her interrogation. "Did it happen just once?"

I nod my head before grabbing my wine glass. "Yes. But the rest of the week was like foreplay, Mia. It was insane. The looks he gave me, the small touches that would come off innocent if I didn't know any better. It's a build-up. But I feel like he's giving me the control. He told me I should call him when I want him."

"And you haven't?" She sounds surprised, no doubt because she knows me.

She knows that I would've called him unless there is more going on.

I take another gulp of wine to which Mia's eyes widen. "Oh, it's that complicated?"

"It's Hero," I blurt out. Fuck, how I've missed her and it's only been a week. "He's driving me crazy, bimbo."

"Crazy how?" Mia's now serious. She's frowning and she is licking her lower lip as she orders me to spill with her eyes.

"Just everything." I wave my hand, hoping that it covers all the words that die in my throat. "I know he wants me. He told me he wanked while he texted me and then he also told me he came when I replied and now all I can think about is him jerking off while he says something in the group chat. Oh, and he held my hair when I threw up and he seemed so mad that I had sex with John, but in a sexy way, you know. The way that says; fuck him again and I'll fuck you better. Fuck him twice and I'll claim your ass."

Mia's eyes are wide by the time I finally shut my mouth, her glass hanging mid-air while she hardly blinks.

"Those aren't the typical sexy, romantic things, you know. I mean, why did you throw up in the first place?" She frowns, trying so hard to fit the pieces together so my hormones are justified. But then, her eyes widen. "You'd let him have your ass?!"

Out of everything I said, this sticks?

The worst part is though, I can't even deny it confidently. With Hero, I feel like every option is open. Mysterious, but open.

I shake my head, deciding to leave her question in the middle for now. "I'm just saying that we're in this game that I don't know. Or at least, I've never played it while he seems a pro. And that tension is there all the time. All. The. Time. Mia. I live with him. The moment I step into that house, I'm loaded. He is loading me."