Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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I smile sweetly at Noah behind me as I enter my key into the lock. I open the door to my parents' home with my heart lodged in my esophagus. I'm unable to maintain eye contact with him for more than five seconds without wanting to rip his clothes off.
Let's get straight to it, after I said those eight letters, I freaked out – shocking, I know.
Me? Freaking out? Pssh, never.
I wish... I don't think these pesky emotions will ever stop scaring the hell out of me but hear me out, I freaked out for a solid reason. Anyone in my position at that moment would've freaked out, don't believe me, check it out.
He didn't say it back.
He circled his arms around my waist, pulled my naked body flush against his, nuzzled my neck and remained quiet.
His mouth opened and closed like a godforsaken fish out of water – this isn't even valid anymore. There are actual fish that can walk on land. They – mudskippers – can survive in and outta the fucking water, so I guess I can't use this shit anymore but anyway...
His orbs filled with a gentleness, the softest smile on his face, mouth opening and closing, and the fuck do I do?
I squirmed and fought my way outta his arms with fear – having a midnight snack with Freddy Kruger would've been better – riddling my body. I freaked the fuck out, stuttering nonsequential rubbish like I didn't mean it and he doesn't have to respond to I meant every word but don't respond.
I practically begged him not to respond. How could I beg the man I just professed my love to not to say it back?
Like what the ever-living-shit is wrong with me?
I get I had a full-fledged freak out while grabbing whatever clothing I could. I almost tripped down the stairs tryna hightail my way outta there.
I couldn't form a single fucking thought or sentence. At that time, I could only focus on his lack of a response and all I know is, I needed to escape, I... needed to run before the earth chewed me up and spat me out.
"Surprise!" The word echoes around me and I nearly shit myself – and no, not metaphorically.
"What the–" I stare at all the smiling faces of my friends and my parents. A happy birthday banner hanging above their heads and it's right now that I feel like crumbling to the floor in a heaped mess of shock.
I hate – let me make it abundantly clear – fucking hate surprise parties. There's nothing great about walking into a place you identify as comfortable and safe only to get blindsided by people yelling at you, causing your heart rate to skyrocket and beat erratically to a point of it being deemed unhealthy.
There's nothing spectacular about shitting your pants in front of your close friends and family, nothing.
"Happy cake day," Nay wraps her arms around me, her sweet floral scent invading my nostrils.
